Healer

Chapter 3- Willow

August 25, 2015 Elmira, New York
(Present day)

"Willow!" My mom yelled from the kitchen. I ignored her and continued with what I was doing.
I concentrated on the black pen sitting on my desk. It stood still for many moments until it vibrated.
Very slowly.
I smiled at my successfulness and then focused on it once more. My eyes glowed a faint green and the pen moved backwards a couple millimeters.
"Willow, dinners ready!" My mom yelled at me while walking up the steps towards my bedroom.
I immediately broke focus because of her sudden outburst and the pen flung itself across the room and onto my bed.
I gasped.
She walked in with a dish towel on her hands and looked at me worriedly.
"Is everything all right Willow?"
I slapped my forehead with the palm of my hand and nodded at her, signaling that everything was okay.
She stared at me curiously and then slowly walked away.
I widened my eyes and then walked out the door following my mothers faint footsteps down the stairs.

The dinner table was silent. Like every night. It's been this way ever since my fathers death.
I enjoyed the silence, so obviously my obnoxious brother had to end it. "So, kiss any boys yet Willow?" He snickered at me mischievously. "Shut up Tyler." I replied coldly. "Oh, I'm sorry, I meant girls." He laughed till his face turned a bright red. "Oh, grow up!" The water glass sitting on the table flew off and shattered into pieces on the wood floorboards as I shot up out of my chair. My mom sighed and then lightly started crying. I stared at her sympathetically and then gave Tyler a disgusted look. "Wow. Nice going Willow." He looked at me and then mom.
"Shut it Tyler!" I threw the placemat at him and he threw it right back at me. This kid is going to be the death of me. "Can't there just be one day where you don't ruin my life!?" He yelled right at my face. "Your 12 years old, you don't have a life!" I yelled back. He started crying and stood there looking at me. "It's your fault dad's dead!" He screamed through tears. "Tyler!" My mom yelled crying. "You just had to sneak off with your friend didn't you? You never think about anyone but yourself! And now dad's dead! Because of you and your selfishness!"
He ran out of the kitchen and into his bedroom in the basement. I just stood there in shock, while thinking to myself.
Maybe it was my fault.

August 15, 2015, (I week before)

"No. You are not going to some house for the weekend." He said kindly, but sternly.
"But dad it's just for a weekend!" I yelled.
"No. I don't care who it is you are not flying all the way to Vegas for some stupid party, especially not by yourself, Willow!"
"But-" He cut me off. "I said no. End of story. Have I made myself clear?" He asked sternly. I nodded. "Yeah, you've made yourself quite clear." I answered coldly. I walked up to my room about to explode into tears.

Present day

I sat in my bedroom and stared in my mirror watching the tears running down my face. It broke my heart when dad died. He came to pick me up from the airport. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time. His car broke into a million pieces and he passed away before anyone got to him. It was my fault.

I got really angry and stared at myself once more in the mirror. My eyes were
glowing a dark blue color and then the mirror shattered. My vase on my nightstand flung across the room and broke. My pillows and blankets flew around the room, as did everything else. I just sat there as if nothing happened and then buried my face in my knees and sobbed.

Ok, so I would really appreciate the comments about this story. I don't know if I should keep writing it because I don't know about you but it's confusing me. I'm just writing because it's my favorite thing to do and you know IM BORED!!! So yeah don't say anything rude please. No one wants to read rude comments. SO PLEASE COMMENT. TELL ME WHAT I NEED TO FIX. THANK YOU.