Complicated

Chapter 23

Once we had finished eating I sat there in amazement at all the delicious food I had just eaten. Most of the desserts I couldn't even see what they were, but I ate them anyway. The table was cleared and everyone resumed their taking positions from before dinner.

"So, you're the new girl trying to fit in here" Dalliance said turning to me from her seat beside me "Clearly you have done your research thoroughly"

"I haven't researched you guys before... Well I have but that was in English for our assignment" Dalliance raised one eyebrow "But I never finished it, I got... caught up with something" 'Yes, caught up with something, like becoming a crazy person who hits her head on tables as she falls out of her bed at night, and becomes almost anorexic and antisocial' I thought to myself

"Huh" She said, she was definitely one of the family members "You are a good actress if you are lying, but if you are telling the truth... We will know everything about you in the next two days"

I was choking back tears so I stood up and excused myself before practically running out of the room, and up the grand stairs. Luckily I had some idea where some of the rooms where but I still hadn't remembered my own, I began to cry as I finished the stairs but I was still in sight of the dining hall and kept running down a hall. I didn't care where I went but I couldn't stop myself from getting upset, all these memories began to flood my mind; the nightmare, the stitches in my head, waking up in the hospital, seeing my skin and bone self in the mirror, fighting with my mum, breaking so many things in my house, missing school, tearing through pills to get me to sleep and Josh, oh how I miss him, I miss everything about him.

The way that he smiles puts two little dimples on his cheeks. The way he looks at me when I hold his hand. The way my heart skips a beat when I see him. The way he looks underwater or in the shower. The way he smells, dresses, acts. Everything about him. Even the way we fight, the way he just wants to help. I took it all for granted. I wish I could just go back to the way it was, before the fancy cars, before the phone call that sent mum over the edge, before I went crazy... I want it all back. I want my musketeers!

I hadn't even realised that I had stopped running and was pressed up against a wall. I didn't know where I was but for now, I was alone, and I didn't care. I slid down the wall and sat there without my heels for what felt like half an hour, before I lay down staring at the backs of my eyelids as I closed my eyes.

"Charlie, she's over here" Lucas called out as he walked towards me, he stood over the top of me and just looked at me

"Oh thank god" Charlie ran running over to me from another area of the house "Is she dead?"

"You are an idiot you know that don't you" Luke said punching Charlie in the arm "Ok, you carry her and I'll pick up her things"

"Sure, you get the easy Job" He groaned. Lifting me up he had one hand under my knees and another on my lower back with my arms wrapped around his neck he carried me to my room.

"Put her on the bed, wake her up... I don't like seeing her like this." Luke said as he turned the light on, he went over to the desk to put my things on it when he knocked over my pill bag "What's this?"