Limits

Chapter 1

It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping. The wind was blowing a nice and gentle breeze. It was nice to get out once in a while.
I looked up at the tall trees, staring at the sunlight glowing down upon me. I slid up against a tree, resting my back against the surface as I close my eyes, imagining the elegant, lavender farm next to my grandmas house and the beautiful places surrounding it. It's so amazing being up there. I miss it a lot. I wish my grandma was here with me to give me advice. I really need it.

The sound of a bird, sitting on a branch above me making rather loud and annoying noises made me jump to my feet, nearly falling over. I glance around, not realising a photo had fallen out of my pocket.
Catching my eye as I began to grab my backpack from the ground, I twitch my nose, slowly reaching down to pick it up..
It's a photo of me, my dad and brother all together. I stare at the photo, tears beginning to roll down my cheeks. I miss them so much.

After what happened to my brother and the stupid low life murderer and his gang that got away with it, I lost all trust in people. I hate them all. Most of them anyway.

The funny thing is though, he really did try his hardest to make me see that people aren't all bad, I wanted to believe him. I really did. But sometimes I just lose control.
They killed my brother. Why should I forgive them? What favors did they do to make up for our loss. He tried to save someone and in return they stabbed him. Right in heart.
Then when they found out about my dad and his past with.. Gangs. They killed him thinking he was a threat. My dad was good. Clean. He hadn't done anything. He WOULDN'T of either. They had no reason to kill either of them.

Why did this happen to me?
I sigh at the images processing in my head as I imagine the pain they both went through.. I could turn my feelings off. I could choose to forget. But I just can't. He was only 15! He didn't deserve this. Neither did my dad! They don't deserve to be dead.

Suddenly, Leaves crunched behind me, It was a faint sound, but I heard it.
I slowly turned around, locking eyes with what was to be an antelope. I stared at it, slowly approaching towards it from behind, it must of sensed me though because with a little kick I fell to the ground, hitting my head on an uproot of a tree.

That little bitch. First a bird. Then an antelope. Animals must hate me.

Luckily for me I could catch it. It was heading towards the river. I sensed it. But that's where he stopped to graze at the grass. I raise my eyebrow, he knows I'm coming, that I'm close. So why stop. In Fact. It was just scared of me. Why bother. Ugh.

I shake my head.

I'll let him be for the moment of day. But later its on.

8:30am - School

Just when I thought my day couldn't get any more worse, I saw this guy.. He looked pale, almost dead. Well undead but.. Dead? He was leaning 4 lockers down from mine staring at me.
Karla was talking nonstop in her usual little K-babble. I tend to just nod my head as if I'm listening but she's soon to notice I'm not, funny thing is. She didn't even see the guy. At first. Actually,
Now I come to think about it, no one else seems to notice him until he talks. Which is more evidence of my freakish inability to fit into this damn school.
More to the point, I finally opened my ears to Karla's talking and listened. Why do I make stupid choices?

"Emily, I swear that Heath didn't get drunk or high after that game. You should really not be so hard on him. He does try hard."
Ugh. I looked at her and glinted a short smile.
"Yeah.. guess so" I said absently, then I coughed. More than I usually do. I rolled my eyes, must be a sore throat or something. My slightly-more-insane AP biology teacher told me about this illness. He refers to it as the "Teenage plague." It's clearly bullshit.