I have to run. Run. Run. Avoid all eye contact. I have to change this. This can not be correct. This is not my life. This not her life. This is not Leila's life. This not Ashton's life. They all deserve better. I deserve better...
I scribble on a note pad. I have 5 seconds. No, 10. Maybe 3. I finally write the note and pin it to the wall using the small dagger I got from my father when I was 7.
*15 years earlier*
A woman with glossy ebony hair stood above me. This woman was my mother. Her eyes the colour of topaz and her skin was tanned and shimmered in the sunlight. She was the type of woman you wanted to date or at least be friends with.
"Willow, sweetie why don't we head off to school, its almost 8:45am and your lesson starts at... 9am. So lets go." My mother said, her voice sounding like honey. I nod my head and sit in her car. The car was an old silver one. It looked ancient, smelled ancient, even the engine took an era to start making it extra ancient in my opinion.
My blue school cardigan hugged my shoulders. I always hated school but I at least had people to talk to there, I had 3 friends. Isoble no wait Izzy. Her name is Izzy. Ashton and finally Leila. Izzy and Ashton were siblings. I met Ash through Izzy though I still think Ashton was- no is an asshole. I grew up with Leila, she would braid my hair, bake cakes, rent R rated movies. You know the normal things.
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The butterfly effect
General Fictionit was a good life. I had friends, I had family, I was happy... then I guess it all changed.
