Insanity: Sacred Truth

Chapter 4

I watched all the trees and plants as the car moved. I sat facing away from my aunt Monroe. She was quiet the whole ride to her house. I knew that I hurt her feelings but those feelings are false. She is in denial of her own deceiving ways but I was not blind to them. She only turns to those who truly matters when she no longer has what she craves the most. She feeds off of them to make herself feel better. 

Leeches are utterly cruel.

My aunt Monroe cleared her throat and faced me when it was a red light. From the corner of my eye, I saw her trembling lip. No tear in sight; not even watering eyes. Such an actor...

"Samantha, I want to help you. I do care about you. My late...," she took a deep breath and looked out the window, "husband has nothing to do with my love for you. You have to understand that your parents are having priority issues and quite frankly, they don't care about you..." Before she could finish I was quick to their defense.

"MY PARENTS DO CARE ABOUT ME! They just don't have enough time right now. They will soon." I whispered the last part.

"Listen to me Samantha and listen to me good. I don't know who or what made you think they still cared. My sister and her husband are just too caught up in life. They feel as though they are at their prime and seems to have forgotten what really matters and that is you. I am not like your parents. I make time for you. I feed you, clothe you, put a roof over your head and you need to start appreciating it now because if you had stayed with your parents, I don't know how you would have turned out by the time you are 18. I want to help you and you just won't let me in. If you do then it would make this whole situation better."

Little did she know, the reason why my parents think they are at their "prime", as she calls it, is because they both were once laid off from their previous jobs as pharmaceutical scientists for this large company that filed for bankruptcy. Now, my parents are working twice as hard to ensure that I don't have to suffer from the world's mishaps.

But, my aunt wasn't around to know any of this. And now she is an expert to something I understand but she is clueless about.

I just grunted and turned to look out the window. I wasn't going to have this conversation with her since it leads to the same thing: questioning, questioning, assuming, and more questioning. Such a routine that seems to never end.

I promised her I would never tell. I would never tell anyone what happened that day and I never will. No matter how much it killed me on the inside. I took out my iPod and put my headphones in.

My aunt Monroe was trying to talk to me again so I decided to listen to some Dance Gavin Dance. Anything to tune her out which Tilian always succeeded at. 

My aunt Monroe just didn't get anything; she didn't get me. 

We continued to drive down the rode full of trees. If you are wondering, my aunt Monroe's house is in the middle of wilderness. My parents lived all the way back in the city. I wished I could live in the city with them. It would have been easier than to be left in a place of isolation in the woods. A place I can't even call home.

The only highlight of such a place is not seeing too many people. Not having to be overly social gave me a peace which I happily accepted even though I had to deal with my overbearing aunt. She kept sending looks my way out of the corner of her eye which was beginning to annoy me. Why couldn't she just stop already? I just want her to drop the whole situation but I know that is wishful thinking at this point.

Finally we pulled into the driveway. As soon as my aunt Monroe stopped the car, I opened the car door and got out. I wanted to be alone. I needed to be alone. I knew that my aunt Monroe was not going to let that happen. Instead of waiting for her, I grabbed the spare key from under the doormat and opened the door.