Skylar Miller was only ten years old when everything began to fall apart. First, it was the quiet disappearances-one sibling at a time-until only three of her siblings remained in her life. Then came the accident, a day that left her with more than...
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| Skylar Miller |
"Sometimes, I wished that people truly understood the meaning of leaving me alone. Don't come and knock on my door or send me apologetic looks. Just leave me how I am. I can sort myself out, as I have done it for years; I have always known how best it is to piece myself back together, without your help"
I woke up this morning, feeling like I had been hit by a truck. I was also, somehow, still on the couch, with Blake asleep on one side of me, his arm still slung over my shoulder, as he pulled me into his chest. I sat up, unaware of how I was pulling an arm with me, and waking my brother at the same time, as I could not feel a thing.
I felt like someone had hit me, and then run me over with a bus, multiple times. Maybe they had, but if it made me feel like this, I regretted ever asking for someone to do this to me. I regret ever wishing that I never needed food, because right now, it felt like my stomach was trying to eat itself outwards, and it was almost painful.
"Breakfast is ready" someone muttered, to the people on the floor of the room, as I sat up, and rubbed my eyes. The person that had entered looked at me, before their eyes softened. I knew what that look meant, and I hated it. I hated it with every cell in my being. It was the look of pity, like I wasn't able to do anything on my own.
"How are you feeling, Sky?" Brayden questioned, coming to sit on my other side, after he had mentioned to the two boys that had clearly been lying on the floor, that breakfast was ready. They both, had given me questioning, lingering looks, as Noah gave me a thumbs up with raised eyebrows, and I nodded. I knew he was asking if I was okay to be left with the twins, even one of them was still asleep.
I was comfortable to be left alone with them, at least. It was like being left alone with both Noah and Luke, as well as Shane. Unlike if I was left alone in a room with maybe George, or Jay, even Greyson and Riley. I would most definietly not want to be in a room, alone with Summer. Never in my life, would I even consider that.
You couldn't even pay me to be in there for longer than a few minuets, with the door unlocked. I shivered at that thought, the amount of times I had found myself in trouble, with rooms locked. I hated being locked in a room with someone I wasn't comfortable with. "Sky?" Brayden questioned, and I immediately forgot that I hadn't responded to him.
"I'm okay" I muttered quietly, as I looked to my brother, who looked concerned. Unlike Blake, he wasn't sprawled on the couch, if anything, he looked as though he thought the couch had a disease as he sat on the edge. He looked to me as he lifted a hand towards my forehead, and I nodded, as he rested his cold hand on my forehead.
I closed my eyes, relishing in the break from the sweat covering my body. Right as he went to pull it away, I reached for it, keeping it there for a second longer, before he was talking about bringing me food, so that I could rest for a little longer. I lay back down on the couch, feeling relief from the room spinning.
