Rebuilt

A Literal Blank Canvas

Slam!

The car door shut in my face before I had the chance to get in.

Damn you wind!

I was at the supermarket and was attempting to climb into my car, and as usual, I was failing.

I feel like that's all my life has turned into. A long string of pathetic failures, my existence being the major one!

Finally managing to get into my car I looked in the mirror. Not something I do often, to be honest! My hair was plastered onto my forehead aswell as in 50 000 other directions! It looked like a caterpillar had made a cacoon out of my hair! Great.

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"Hey honey!" Could mum be any more fake? I could hear the stress in her voice as she put on an optimistic exterior for me.

Why did I have to be cushioned at home, I don't understand?! I mean, its not like I have special treatment at school. I get treated like every other piece of crap on the floor.

"Hi mum"

Even to myself I sounded exasperated. Physically exhausted.

She nodded and I went upstairs. That's our usual conversation.

My parents don't really know how to deal with me. I'm just surprised I haven't broken them apart yet, that's true love people!
I plonked myself down on my bed and glanced around my rather scarce bedroom. I hate this room. I know, I know! Your meant to love your bedroom. It's your own claim to space... But I hate it!

Dr. Perkins said it would help to make the room only contain my bed and my favourite thing... So naturally it was my overly full, thick oak book case.

I honestly don't think I could live without books. They are my escape, my only way to run away; if only for a short time.

When I read I am transported away from any bad day at school or not, taken away by the angel, imagination.

So that's my room. A literal blank canvas, stark white walls, a lonely white bed with plain a white duvet and pillows. Oh and my book case sitting at the base of my bed.

Yep, strange room. I know.

But after the nightmares come. I wake up and see my beloved books. And I feel better. Theoretically.

It's weird.

They have no idea what's wrong with me.

They thought some kind of mind disease...

...Then the thought anorexia.

.... Then they thought depression.

It's none of them. I have great grades in school and have never had any difficulty to have any mindd disease.

I love food way too much to be anorexic!! (I'm just gifted with magic thinness! Yay!)

...And as for depression, I don't want to end my life. I just wish it didn't start to begin with. I don't get sad. I don't dote on my mistakes. I just move forward and make way to make more.

"Tea, Lilia!" Mum yelled up the stairs.

Groaning I rolled off my bed, "Coming!"

I heard the door open, dad, probably.

My dad is a tall man with jet black hair which is cut into a neat haircut. Unlike some of his peers, he has managed to regain his hair. He has warm brown eyes and perfectly straight teeth. Like all of us Snow's, he has pale whiteish skin.

I was about to open the door to the kitchen when I hear my mum talking to someone, and it wasn't my dad ...

" yes, yes. We do have a daughter named Lilia. Why would you be interested?"

"I think that we have something to talk about" he said, yes I said he ! I haven't had anyone in my house for over a decade. I shivered at the thought of her in my house.

"And what would that be?" I could tell that my mum was getting annoyed now, by the tone of her voice.

"We are both more similar than you think" his voice was fairly deep, but not too much.

I decided to go into the kitchen then. Who did he think he was?! I'm not having anyone else in my life. I've closed that chapter of my life already and I was prepared, for the remainder of my life, to smoulder in peace.

I walked in, instantly regretting it. I stood there awkwardly. My mouth hanging open as what I was going to say evaporated form my mind.

"Hi, I'm Evan Fields" he said...

...And my world changed forever.

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No. 2 done! I'm sure it shouldn't take as long as it takes me to write this much !! I'm sorry its not a very long chapter but I'm still learning yet!!

The banner at the top is of Lilia's dad.

I have so many ideas and can't wait to write them into the story.!! :)

Anyone wondering who is Evan?

... Or why Lilia is the way she is ?

... Or who is 'her' ?

Please enjoy!! Thank-you!!!!!!!