LOST EVERYTHING

Chapter 8

Warning! The following chapter is not suitable for chickens. It contains traumatic events that readers may find upsetting and scary. Reader discretion is advised.

Warning 2!! The following chapter is very interesting and is important for readers to understand some details in the rest of the story. Reading it, is advised.

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Kelly

Strips of the glistening moonlight shine through the window as I breathed in the cold air deeply.

It is so hard hiding everything from my brother. I just want to tell him everything and get the burden I have off of my shoulders.

These past few weeks have been the worst especially with everything I've been hiding from Chase. I know he is on to me, but I don't care. If he finds out at least I'll have someone I can talk to about what I've been going through.

I woke up and the last thing I could remember was me crying in my brothers arms.

I felt as tears started to prickle down my face as I looked at my arms, which I could not properly see because the moonlight was not that much to let me see.

I looked away from my arms and back at the tiny bright stars as I quickly wiped my tears away.

Lying makes me feel guilty... but I don't really have a choice.

I can't believe everything that has changed. Just a month ago I was able to live happily with my brother and I would share everything going on. But now I feel like crying all the time and I have to plaster on a smile so he won't ask questions.

I wonder how my life was so perfect. Ok of course it wasn't perfect, but my problems were those of a normal person. Like pressure from school and/or social anxiety.

But now I have to live in fear and I can't tell anyone about it. It is crushing me not being able to tell my best friend or my brother.

This is even worse than when I lived with my parents, because yes, I was living in fear, but at least my brother knew about it, and I could open up to him about it anytime.

Now I have to deal with guilt as I see him try his best to keep me safe and happy, bit fail all the time. At the end of it all I'm not completely safe. And I can't give him any clues on where the danger is coming from.

If he asks I have to lie which just adds up to the burden that's already heavy enough for me. The temptation to just give up and tell him everything becomes stronger and stronger.

He is doing so much to protect me, but nothing he does will work. He doesn't know what is causing my trouble so he can't stop it because he doesn't knoe

He went as far as moving out of our apartment and me switching schools to keep me safe. But I don't feel like I am. I mean I guess he knows I am not after seeing the wounds on my arms.

Fear and pain are taking over my life again. And this time it is so much worse than my parents.

I hugged my pillow tight as I laid down on my bed. I shut my eyes tight, don't cry... don't cry... he will wake up and hear you. If he asks again, you might spill everything. And all your pain would be for nothing.