The Ghost of a Soul

Trying to Handle the Truth

After about a week, I finally accepted what life has made for me.

I'm not alone, I have Rachel. Some nights it's hard to fall asleep

with the thought of everything happening circling my mind,

mainly the thought of living next to a possible murder and that

we won't ever get to leave.

"Emily, it's time for dinner." Aunt Kim says sitting on the side of my bed as she places her hand on my back.

"Everything is going to be..."

"Would you just stop?!?!" I say slapping her hand away from me.

"I know everything will be okay, but it takes time! Eveything has

happened so fast and it feels like I've been hit in the stomach. You
can't expect me to be happy with the way it is right away, and if

that is what you are waiting for,"

I see the look of pain in Kims eyes.

I wanted to shut up, but I was on a rage! "Think again Kim!! You

will never take the place of being my parent! I hate being here

and I just....." I breath slowly through the lump in my throat and

the knot in my stomach. I try to look at Kim but my tears are still

sitting on the edge of my waterline. After a few seconds, my tears
find it safe to let themselves fall into place at the tip of my chin.

I now see Kim who has her head in her hands as I here muffled

sobing from her hands. Oh Emily, what have you done? What

have you said? Why? I didn't mean it, I'm just...... scared, alone.

I run out of the room. I let myself go to far, I've said terrible

things and the way I said them makes it so much worse. The thing
is, I meant what I said. All I did was speak the truth, speak of how
it actually is. At the same time, I'm sorry.

I walk back in the room after ten minutes of asking myself why I said and did what I did.

I find Kim in the same position only she has her hands from her face and she is staring at something in the distance.

"Kim, I......."

"Save it. I understand. Talk to me when you feel better." She says as she makes eye contact with me.

In that moment, I saw in her eyes that she shares some sort of pain, a secret.

Aunt Kim got up and walked out of the room with nothing but a blank face.

Oh, and I was lying. I will never accept the truth. I guess I just have to keep fighting for what I want life to be.