Bellamy Jackson is a sweet girl known by many but only hangs out with 3 people she calls her best friends. Bellamy is a one of the top competitive dancers in her state. Dancing is one of the most important things in Bellamy's life. It helps her forg...
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As I walk down the hall King and Nala follows close behind. I stand in front of Kammy's door, taking a few deep breaths and thinking of what to say before knocking softly.
"Come in," Her voice, as smooth as honey, whispered. I slowly push the door open and she was already staring at me, sitting on her bed with her soft pastel pink drawing book on her lap.
"Hey," I shut the door behind me. She looks at me, smiling as I walk up to her and envelop her small body in a tight hug.
We were silent for a while, holding each other in an embrace as if we were making silent promises to never leave each other's side again. Well, I was making that silent promise.
It broke my heart, hearing my baby sister cry in my arms while tightening her grip around my waist, afraid that I'd disappear at any moment.
I was starting to tear up myself. I felt terrible that I left her alone without contacting her, or anybody else. She already feels abandoned by our other parents, although she got over it quickly because she was raised by Ma and Dad. But I feel like I brought back that feeling again.
I shouldn't have left. Deep down I knew that they truly did care and love me. But I feel like such an unloveable person. I'm mean, rude, negative all the time, I hate being around people even if it was my own family.
Every time I walk into a room I feel like it gets quiet, and the mood is instantly ruined because of my presence. The room doesn't light up when I walk in like the way it does when my siblings or friends walk in.
I thought it was always me, that I was the problem. But being alone for two months and reflecting on the past.
It was all in my head.
I gaslit myself, completely convinced myself that everyone would be better off without me. I tried to do it to myself again until Harley gave me an absolute earful earlier.
I made a huge mistake leaving, and now it was my turn to pick up the broken pieces of our family.
"You're back...You're actually back," She muttered into my chest, pulling back. Her eyes were red and puffy, dark circles surrounding it.
"Yeah, I am. I missed you so much," She smiled sweetly at me, wrapping her arms around my neck.
"I'm so-"
"If you say sorry I'll fight you," I threatened, and she laughed.
