What if one mistake changes your whole life completely? Well, that is exactly what happened to Mya Stone. What was supported to be a boys and girls institute actually was just an all-boys. Will she be happy there or will it be the worst mistake of h...
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As I slowly approach Alex and take her hand in mine she looks at me but when I look at her eyes it is as if she is in a daze.
"Malachi?" She asks in the sweetest voice. My gaze softens as I squat down in front of her grabbing the first aid kit that she had there before we came in. I grab the alcohol and gauze.
"This might sting a bit," I tell her softly but she just chuckles.
"I don't feel the pain anymore," She says emotionlessly breaking my heart. Who broke her? When I find out whoever did this to this sweet innocent girl I am putting them fucking six feet under with a bullet between their eyes. But taking a closer look at her I notice her tattoos and the scars that her tattoos try to cover. Wow, she is beautiful.
"Malachi, what is wrong with her why is she acting like she doesn't even care or feel?" Alistair asks snapping me out of my own thoughts. But before I could answer Carter answered for me.
"She has emotional numbness. Something her mind does to help her cope when she is flooded with big emotions," Carter tells everyone. Just then I finish patching her wounds and go to put up the first aid kit. When I went into her bathroom glass from her bathroom mirror was shattered everywhere.
"Carter we need someone to fix her mirror..." I was cut off by Alex standing up and opening her guitar case. I look at Carter to ask if I need to intervene but he just shakes his head. She walks over to her balcony, sits down, and begins to play a soft tune. Is this how she copes? Why is she not responding to anything around her? Snapping me out of my thoughts is Cory who just sits in front of her not saying a word and just listening. Soon she began singing making us all sit down around her and just watch.
Little boy, six years old A little too used to being alone Another new mom and dad Another school, another house that will never be home When people ask him how he likes this place He looks up and says with a smile upon his face
I suck in a breath looking at her as she sings understanding every note, every lyric.
This is my temporary home, it's not where I belong Windows and rooms that I'm passing through This is just a stop on the way to where I'm going I'm not afraid because I know This is my temporary home
Young mom, on her own She needs a little help, got nowhere to go She's looking for a job, looking for a way out 'Cause a half-way house will never be a home At night, she whispers to her baby girl "Someday we'll find our place here in this world"
This is our temporary home, it's not where we belong Windows and rooms that we're passing through This is just a stop on the way to where we're going I'm not afraid because I know This is our temporary home
Old man, hospital bed The room is filled with people he loves And he whispers, "Don't cry for me, I'll see you all someday" He looks up and says, "I can see God's face"
This is my temporary home, it's not where I belong Windows and rooms that I'm passing through This was just a stop on the way to where I'm going I'm not afraid because I know This was my temporary home
This is our temporary home
She finishes her song and lays her guitar next to her as she rests her head on Cory's shoulder. But what surprises me most is when she begins to speak.
"I am sorry I yelled at ya earlier. My tattoos are what gave me half of these scars on my body. And my scars are a subject for me," She tells him. He "hmm's" in acknowledgment so she knows he is listening.
"We all have scars some may not be noticeable on us but we do," He tells her. Soon enough they are both asleep cuddled up to each other on the balcony. I and Carter pick them up gently and lay them in bed, covering them up and walking away as they cuddle closer together. Closing the door I look at Carter and it seems we came to the same conclusion.
