Two broken souls in the midst of a crazy world. Two souls running away from their past. There was no light at the end of the tunnel. The tunnel was cracking, slowly closing in.
When these two connect, as if they were set on the same path, light cre...
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"V!" Her voice is pounding through my ears as I take the stairs two steps at a time. "Vivian!" I can hear her shoes smacking against the tile floor, coming right after me. "Stop!" One, three, five...I count the steps, passing the ones I'm missing.
My lungs are constricting as if someone's squeezing them to their breaking point. My head whips around as I reach the tile floor, and I make a beeline for the hallway. "I just want to talk!" For the first time, I hate my best friend's voice.
The first white door greets me, opening its welcome arms for me to hide in. I push through, Adonis hot on my trail, refusing to let me be alone. I'm grateful for him, I don't want to be alone, but I don't want to be around everyone at once.
My eyes squeeze shut, unwelcoming memories pouring into the front of my brain. I try to take a deep breath but to no avail.
I'm surprised my mom called me out of school early, but I'm happy she did. Nowadays, it's almost impossible to make it through the full day. I sleep in all of my classes, no matter how much caffeine I consume, I have no gas in the tank.
She's silent, oddly silent. I've learned the difference between comfortable silence to eery silence. I'm not sure what's going on, but I have a gut feeling I'm not going to like it.
The short drive only makes it worse, sometimes you're lucky to have a long drive home to avoid the inevitable. The luxury white Mercedes amg pulls into the driveway, and all I want is to run as far as I can.
I follow past her slim figure, she looks stressed nowadays. It breaks my heart, no matter how much we fight. She fiddles with the keys, her hands slightly shaking as she turns the knob.
I knew this was a bad idea as I stepped through the doorway. I knew I should've lied about a test as I see my father, my grandparents, and my aunt. None of whom I am close with, nor do they visit, and if they do, they ignore the treatment I receive from the man who helped conceive me.
"Hi..I have homework to do." I try to rush past the living room, but my father's faster, his hand flying out, wrapping around my wrist with a painful grip. "Sit the fuck down." His voice is low enough for just the two of us to hear, and it sends chills down my spine. I take the farthest seat from the rest of them.
My Aunt's face is full of pity, her eyes glossy with tears fighting to come out. "Hi, honey." My grandpa chimes in, a soft smile on her wrinkling face. "what do you want?" I hate beating around the bush. I can't breathe with the feeling of my father's eyes boring into me. In..out. I plead with my brain to let me breathe, but it isn't cooperating with me.
"You need professional help, Vivian." My mom's words sound like they're screaming at me, but she's talking softly. Help. That's the scariest word I could ever hear, and I know exactly what she's talking about. "We're sending you to residential. Your father and I have done everything we could."
