Jigsaw

Chapter 1: The Move

"Trinity!" My stepmother yelled up the stairs. "Do you have your things packed?!" I didn't. I was half asleep to be honest. About five minutes later, she stormed upstairs and hit me over the head with a newspaper. "Trinity! I told you to have your things packed by the time i came back up here!" I stood up lazily, still depressed from a recent break up. My stepmother stared into my eyes through my hair, "Something is wrong.... What is it?" She asked. "Nothing." I answered dully and turned away from her and sluggishly started packing. "Oh come on, don't lie to me," She complained. "I know when something is wrong with my son!"

I spun around and snapped, "NOTHING IS WRONG, MICHELLE!" She went quiet and ran out of the room, most likely in tears. I sighed and went back to packing. "For the gods above, I wish Dad hadn't married this girl to replace Mom..." I thought. Michelle is my step mother, of course; in fact too young to even be my mother. And to add to that, my "Father" dumped me in her lap when he divorced her... Go figure, it was pretty obvious that he didn't want me around; Especially when all his "women" came around.

I put the last of my things into the final box and went downstairs to find my stepmother crying while drinking a glass of wine. I sighed and knocked on the doorframe, she wiped her eyes and waved for me to come in. I took a seat in front of her. "look... I'm sorry for snapping at you. It's just that.... That break up with.... her...." I explained. "I-it's alright..." she sniffled. She stood to walk to the door but stumbled over her own two feet and fell into my arms as I stepped to the way to catch her.

"i'm sooo.. sorry! i kess i rrreally can't 'old my likher! hehehe..." She laughed drukenly. I helped her got to her room and tucked her in. "You're so helpful! I need a man like you!" She yelled. "Just get some rest, Michelle." I mumbled and kissed her forhead.

I went back into my room and opened the window to the roof, I stepped outside and sat down, staring at the already setting sun. I sighed, thinking back at the memories that i made on that very rooftop. I remember bringing my childhood best friend, Josh up on his 17th birthday before he left. The time we both threw waterballoons filled with soda at random passing cars coming by. Or the time we had a rooftop BB war with the neighborhood kids... And the last time i saw her... i don't want to say her name. it hurts to even think about her.

I sighed again, going back into my room. Putting the final things, which i always underneath a floorboard into my satchel. it wasn't much just a journal, some old family photos of my mother, father, older brother and myself; and some money that i had saved for quite some time, which i put into my wallet. i placed the floorboard back in its place.

-=-=-=- An hour later-=-=-=-

I hate good-byes so much. My first love ever, i told her goodbye when she first had to leave to go to Quantico, Virginia. We were both in the sixth grade, we were best friends, as close as could be. The evening she left, i took her up to the roof and gave her a ring as a promise that i'll find her again in the future. That was when i realized for the first time the sense of loving someone. Well, four months later; i get word in a letter that she had died in a car crash. And that her family would like for me to go to Quantico for her funerial. i went, and when i get there, the first thing they do is give me the ring i had given her. i fell apart, more hurt then ever.

After that day, i had to harden up sheild myself from everyone else. Put up a barrier between myself and the world. once after that day i cried, but that i will tell you later.

Well, i left the house and closed the door behind me, internally saying good-bye to my past. and say hello to my new beginning.