𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ♥

just moved in

generic pop music filled the car, along with the california heat. the ac in the car was on, but my belongings had blocked all the vents pointing towards me, so on top of being bored out of my mind, i was sweating all over my body. yuck.

i had grown up in boston, it was cool. i liked it. but one day, my mom found my dad had left a note detailing why he was leaving us. she wanted a fresh start. so, from boston, we moved to sunny los angeles. personally, i didn't care for my father anyways. if i'm being honest, i cheered to myself when he left that note. he had always been abusive, if not physically, then verbally or emotionally. i had always despised that man. sometimes, all i could think about was running away or doing something else to get away.

"so," my internal, depressing monologue had been interrupted by my mom's need to cut the awkward silence short. "are you excited for your new school? i know you didn't have many friends back at the other place."

i turned my head slightly. "yeah, sure." i face back towards the passenger window and stare out, wondering about all the things i left back home. my only friend, jade, a mediocre stoner who was never at school. i don't even know if she considered us friends, i just assumed she was because she was the only person who would talk to me. i left my old house, with the markers in the doorframe of how tall i was when i was 4,5,6,7,8,9, and 10 that i marked by myself. i left my favorite spot to shop and hide when things at home got too out of hand. i wish i could go back. i wondered to myself if i could conjure up enough money to get a bus or maybe even a plane ticket back.

"well since you seem so excited to go to this new house," my mothers words dripped in sarcasm, as if i didn't already know i wasn't super enthusiastic to be here. "i'll tell you one thing. you are going to like it here, this is our first chance at a new start, and i swear to god indigo, if you ruin this for me, you will be on the streets. do you hear me?"

i didn't answer, thinking she would just leave me alone.

"do. you. hear. me?" she yelled at me, her tone was unnecessarily aggressive, her face was turning 15 different shades of red. there was a small vein poking out of her forehead, i tried my hardest not to laugh.

"okay geez," i shouted back. "i get it."

"don't raise your voice at me, i am your mother!"

i can never win, i thought to myself. she went on and on about respect and obedience, lecturing me about all the things i have ever done wrong in my life. maybe if i jumped out the car she'd shut up. i reached and pulled the car door handle.

locked. damn it.

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after one agonizing car ride later, we pulled into the driveway of our new place. a big house, with a big ass window. cool.

"unpack your shit indigo or you can sleep in the car tonight." the car door slammed, leaving me alone with everything else in the car. for a moment i seriously thought about sleeping in the car, but then i realized my mother would probably kill me. i slowly tugged myself out of the pile of stuff on my lap and proceeded to grab all of my bags to take into the house. as i pull out one of my last boxes, i feel this strange sense of paranoia, like someone was watching me. i carefully look around me, trying to spot where this feeling is coming from, when my eyes land on an upstairs window of my new house. a boy, blonde and sad looking, was staring at me. i just stared back at him. confused and a little bit worried, i blinked once and felt a hand being put on my shoulder. i jump up and whip around to find this girl with downs syndrome squeezing tight on my shoulder.

"you are going to die in this house."

"what the fuck-" i tried to get her hand off of me, but her grip was surprisingly tight.

"you are going to die in this house." i just looked into her dead eyes as she repeated her phrase over and over again. 'you are going to die in this house." i continued to struggle to get her off of me until another voice came into earshot.

"addie! get off of this young lady." i looked past the girl, now named addie, to this older woman, whom i assumed was her mother. "get off now." addie's grip let go and i quickly backed away. "i am so sorry! she usually never does this." i just looked at the woman speaking to me, still shocked from what just happened. i turned around to the window and the boy had disappeared. "i'm sorry, where are my manners? i'm constance langdon. and this," she put her arm around the girl. "this is my daughter adelaide. addie for short." i faced the duo once again.

"hello." i replied hesitantly.

"hello dear, what is your name?"

'oh um indigo."

"hello indigo." constance smiled at me. i felt uneasy.

"well i'm sorry for bothering you, i see you are busy unpacking. we will leave you to it."

"okay.." and with that, the two walked away like i wasn't just grabbed. what the fuck just happened, i thought to myself. this house is weird.

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i finished unpacking my stuff in my room when my mom shouted up to me that she was going out, so i sprawled myself out into a starfish position on my bed. my brain couldn't stop replaying the words that girl- addie- said to me, 'you are gonna die in this house'. was the girl lying to get me scared or was she telling the truth? i pushed aside the thought of her telling the truth because its obvious that she was trying to get a reaction out of me.

"hi" a voice appeared in my room, shooting my body upwards to catch who it is. the voice belonged to a boy with shaggy blonde hair and i'd be lying if i said that he wasn't good looking. he was an attractive boy. 

"um hi?" i replied confused, "how'd you get in my room, actually how'd you even get in my house?"

"oh yeah, sorry. your mom let me in, i'm tate. i live next door." the boy (who i now know is called tate) seemed quite shy, his body language gave me the hint; the way he played with the hem of his jumper or his jumper sleeves, the way he scratches the back of his neck and the way he spoke quite quickly. 

"hi tate, i'm indigo." i smiled a small smile towards the boy, "wanna sit down? i was just gonna play some nirvana and probably take a nap."

"wait you listen to nirvana?" he asked, shocked at what i had said. i nodded my head. "holy shit, indi you're perfect already!" he rushed over to my bed and took a seat next to me.

i let out a laugh, "no-ones ever called me that before!"

"well, indi better get used to it" he winked at me whilst putting his arm around me; and that's how i met the boy who changed me.

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i hope you enjoyed this. its not my best work but its been in my drafts for about 2 months so i needed to put it out. thank you (yes again!!) for 3.1k reads, i'm gonna be thanking you guys alot because the amount of reads that i've got, though it may be little, means so much to me. 

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-abi<3