In other dimensions Savannah would not be dealing with depression. Savannah wouldn't be planning to kill herself at the end of next month. In other dimensions Savannah wouldn't have met Charlie.
In other dimensions Charlie would be trying to talk t...
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SAVANNAH
HE'S FALLING. AND I can't stop him. Only by pulling away from him and making him hate me. But I can't seem to do that. Somewhere in my chest I feel as if I can't live without him and it's making me sick. It's making my hands tremble as I open the house door.
It's quiet and I can't seem to find my home here.
I put down my bag on the stool in my family's corridor and take off my jacket. I hear a door opening and see Enzo. His thin lips pull into a line as he sees me and nods.
I nod back and take my bag. "Savannah's home!"
I glare at my little brother as he snickers at me. He disappears into the kitchen and I follow him.
"Savannah, what are you doing here?" Mama turns to look at me with a raised eyebrow, while putting something in the microwave. I take a deep breath before opening my mouth but she stops me. "Nevermind. Take your bag to your room. Dinner will be ready in twelve minutes.
"You mean leftovers?" Enzo snickers an apple in his hands. I watch him bite into it and look away.
"Food is food." Mama asserted, without looking at him. "You don't see your dad complaining."
"He never eats with us." Enzo snorts and my eyebrows furrow.
"He doesn't?" I find myself asking, making Mama look at me with surprise.
Enzo's taken aback but he finds himself and rolls his eyes, "Not since you went back to college."
"Why isn't he eating with you?" I throw my bag over my shoulder and lean against the door frame.
Enzo's eyes start burning holes in me and I try to ignore the hate coming from him, but I can't. He shrugs as I cross my arms. "He's 'working'."
"Yes. And he's very busy, so let's not make a big deal out of it." Mama sighs and I notice the dark circles under her eyes. She's not sleeping well. I start thinking if she had circles under her eyes since Eret died or is it a new thing.
I never noticed these things before... I was so gone. I was never present and it sends a pang to my heart. I can't believe I was so caught up in myself I didn't notice Mama struggling.
"Go." She sends us away with a wave of her hand and I look at Enzo, who's rolling his eyes and when he walks by me, he bumps into my shoulder with aggression.
"Are you okay?" The question sounds sour in my mouth but I lick my lips when Enzo turns to me with a furrow of his brows.
"Worry about yourself." He dismisses my question and leaves to his room.
For a moment these walls feel like home, when I hear the creak of the steps but when Enzo is finally in his room the feeling disappears and I find these walls barren. Empty and cracked. Broken without a fixer-upper.
