Seeing Things Through Her Eyes

Chapter One - Photos

Thank you iceoncream for the cover! 

I would give you character and background information but I personally think it would ruin the story because there would be nothing to discover or guess. 

Anyway, enjoy!

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Izzy's POV 

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"Izzy, have you sorted through those two boxes yet?" My mum yelled up the stairs to me. For weeks, she had been telling me to sort them out and for weeks I had been avoiding all the bad memories from my past. Things were better now; mostly.

"I'm doing it now, Mum," I shouted back at her. Sighing, I rolled off the bed. My phone came crashing down next to me with a thump.

I knelt down next to my bed and pulled out tatty boxes that had been under the bed for nearly a year now. I heard the box to my left rip against a sharp object that had been randomly pushed under, along with all the other rubbish. Ignoring the fact, I continued to tug the boxes towards me, resulting in the possibly fixable rip tear across to the side; completely destroying the cardboard. One by one, I began to empty the contents of the first box, finding a home for it or tossing it into the growingbin pile behind me.

Eventually, I stood and held the now empty box, carrying it downstairs. With every step I took, the box swung carelessly, occasionally crashing into the walls.

"Could you please be a little more quiet?" My mum asked from the bottom of the stairs. I disregarded her and carried on making as much noise as possible.

"Empty," I declared upon reaching the bottom. I tipped the box upside down to prove my point. To my surprise, a small picture floated downwards, as swiftly as a feather. My mum bent down and clutched what I had clumsily missed. She stood and stared at the picture in silence.

She flipped it over to me. Two girls were grinning widely, as if their parents had just told them they were headed towards Disneyland. Their hair was tied into two identically neat plaits, decorated with baby pink bows that matched their shirts. The girls looked so joyous, arms linked together tightly, inseparable as best friends should be. I frowned at the picture and immediately fought back tears that threatened to fall. I snatched it out of my mum's hand and tore it in two from both sides twice.

"Stop it!" She shrieked desperately. I froze, anger and pain refusing to stop pulsing throughout me. My mum grabbed at my arm, trying to prevent any further damage. My fingers untangled, and the four pieces fluttered downwards gracefully; just as our friendship had.

"You've ruined it," she mumbled, surprise and confusion clouding her countenance.

I laughed sarcastically. "Yeah, that was kinda the whole point." I stood unfazed and stormed up the stairs.

"Izzy," she called after me, 'Izzy, please, wait, I'm sorry." 

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Rachel's POV 

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I sat crossed legged on my bed flicking through an old photo album from when I was 4-7 years old. Each time I turned the thick page I cringed at the outfits my mum had forced me into. What was she thinking?

"You were so cute all those years back, what happened?" I gasped not realising anyone was in my room.

Looking up I realised it was my older sister, Sara, "Budge up."

I shuffled closer to my lilac wall to give my sister space to sit down. She flicked to the next page. It contained one large picture across the double pages, it was creased down the middle where it was on both pages instead of one. We sat in silence staring at the picture, taking in every little detail, remembering the exact moment that it was taken. It was a picture of my sister, mum, dad and I a few years ago. Me and my sister are hand in hand grinning our little faces off in front of our parents. We all looked so happy, like a proper family.

"I miss them so much," I told my sister, struggling to hold in my tears. 

She sighed, "Me too little sis, me too."

"Why did I stick it across two pages?" I asked running my finger over the fold separating my parents' faces.

"Because you didn't have anywhere to put it, it's too big for one page." She wisely reminded me.

"Yeah but I could've gotten a frame and had it in up my room or something. I'm so stupid!"

"Says the girl who is the smartest in her year, yeah you're really stupid. If you like I can take it into town and they'll sort it out, reprint it or something?" She offered.

"Could you? Please?" She nodded at me, "Thank you!" I hugged her tightly.

"Alright, don't squeeze me to death or I won't be able to get it sorted out. I'll go in a minute if you like?"

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

She picked up my old photo album and pulled the protective screen off of the pages, freeing the picture. I watched as she pulled the picture away from the sticky backing, trying not to ruin it anymore. As she moved the photo album back in front of me a picture fell out of the back of it. I picked it up quickly intrigued about what it was and why it wasn't stuck in the photo album properly anymore. It was almost as if I wanted to lose it, to lose the memory.

"Hey isn't that you and Izzy?" My sister asked.

I nodded silently, thinking back to when we were best friends, feeling of betrayal and hurt rippled through me.

"What happened with you two, she practically lived here last summer?"

I stared down at the picture in my hand. It was of me and Izzy at the pier. We had our arms linked, never to let go of each other. We used to act like twins, same clothes, same here, same everything. Memories of our childhood and us growing up flooded through my head.

"Well, I'm going to town, if you need me just phone." She waved and walked out of my room.

A few minutes later I heard the front door shut and her key turning to lock it. I glanced at the picture of me and my old best friend again.

"What happened to us Izzy?" I thought aloud, missing the days when we were still friends.

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Author's note

I thought I'd try out a new story idea. It's not gonna be really long, ten chapters maximum and I plan to finish it by the time school starts again. I hope you liked it. Please comment with feedback and questions.

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