SHOW ME HOW

Chapter 1

Devin's POV

Birds chirping as the cool morning breeze lightly brush over my exposed skin, as I sit and watch the sun rise. A new day serves as a reminder that I was granted another day, but also a reminder that many were not granted the privilege to see the sun rise today.

Getting lost in the array of colors the rising son so boastfully showcased this beautiful summer's morning, is something that I have come to love. It brings an inexplicable feeling of peace and calmness to my chaotic mind and soul. I could sit like this for hours, being submerged in the content feeling it gave.

My summer holiday is creeping near its end, and I have one week left to spend at home before the chaos of schoolkids, homework and dodging teenage boys disturb my peace. I will go back to complete the last few months of high school, before I'm headed to university, if all turns in my favor.

I would have to leave the world I've created for myself in my head, I would have to revert back to interacting with people I don't want to, but most of all, I'm not ready to leave this bubble I've grown so accustomed to. A ticking time-bubble that I've used to waist away in peace, while my mother literally slaved, taking on extra shifts to earn enough money to keep me alive. How I wish I could be less of a burden to her financially, but most of all emotionally.

I can see the paranoia in which she functions daily at the possibility of losing me. Her face always seems calm, but her eyes are never the calm her face tried to fake. She's under the impression, I'm not aware of what is going on around me, but I have become quieter and very much observant, I noticed a lot, sometimes more than my mind would like to process.

Sienna Moore, my mother, is a forty-seven-year-old nurse at the local hospital. She also has an online clothing business to make extra money, but business has poor. Elijah, my twenty-one-year-old brother, is three years older than me. He is currently at home on a break from his studies in Italy. He is studying architecture on a partial scholarship, which is of great help to my mother financially.

I'm seventeen and will be turning eighteen in four months. I hate any human interaction besides my mother and brother's. I find their interactions bearable, but I find the most peace in solitude. What's the use of making an impact on people's lives if you don't have the guarantee of sticking around for long enough to witness the fruits of said impact.

"Morning honey" Mom greeted, making her presence known on the back porch with her big ugly brown coffee mug she so loved, in her hand. She is sporting a pair of white jeans, navy blue strappy top and a longer length navy blue cardigan, with her shoulder length black curly hair, not a grey hair in sight. I have her beautiful green-eyes, and it made me look so much more like her. My mother also doesn't look her age. She looked like someone in her late thirties. I don't know how.

"Morning mom" I croaked, briefly glancing in her direction, before continuing to focus my stare on the sunrise.

She came and sat next to me as we watched the sun rise in a comfortable silence.

Mom wrapped her arm around my shoulder, pulling me towards her, so that I could rest my head on her shoulder. It's moments like these I cherish the most. Saying nothing to each other yet saying so much. I like not having to explain my silence to them. They just understood me.

"You're so cold" she said, picking up the throw blanket behind me, that I didn't even notice falling off my shoulders earlier. She wrapped it around me again, before softly rubbing up and down my one arm as she held tight.

I don't know how long we sat being absorbed in our thoughts, but by the time mom moved, the sun was up. Mom broke the silence first, taking me out of my thoughts.