The mistake

Settling Down

Hey Guys so I'm finally back! :) Sorry about this long 2 year wait but i really was not up to writing for awhile. A lot has been going on in my life and i'm finally at a point in my life where I can take the time to finally write. So my goal is to finish this book and enter it in the Watty Awards. I finally graduated high school recently and now college is coming.

Thank you for your time and i hope you enjoy this book. As for the older chapters i will go back and go through and check for all the errors and fix it up but that won't be until the end of the book when i go back through the complete book. So bare with me. :) Enjoy!

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The Devil's Advocate comes and pops the trunk open and instead of asking me if I could use some help, she just sneers at me. This is just going to be so fun I can totally tell. Not. I reach in and struggle to grab my bags out the trunk while still amazed by this house. So is this what they decided to do with their money while I was gone? I must admit it is amazing. All the details in this building makes it seem like a work of art. When I pulled out the last bag, my mom decided to close the trunk right when I was slipping my hand out. Thank god I was able to move my away in time, I thought while I looked up at her in shock.

She looked at me in distaste, making me wonder if slamming my hand in the trunk was her intention in the first place. Not really wanting to know the answer, I looked down and let my hair cascade around my face while I focused on grabbing my luggage and hauling it up to the front door. My 5 foot 2 frame making it so hard for me but I managed while my so called mom strutted her stuff right up to the front door and unlocked it not even bothering to see if i made it in or not. 

Upon entering the house my mouth dropped and I couldn't believe what I was really seeing. This place was huge. I'm talking about doors and hallways leading to who knows where. I knew my parents had money but I been away so long, six years to be exact, I didn't exactly remember what it felt like. To me money wasn't everything sure it helps buy you want you want but it can't truly by you happiness. Apparently my parents thought otherwise. With that being said I started to hear the tapping of high heel shoes coming down the winding stairs. Allowing my eyes to travel the length of the staircase, they landed on my eldest sister. Jasiyln.

Jasiyln had long brown hair and she was model thin standing at the height of 5'8. Her eyes were the color of melting chocolate and I remember the evil that swirls behind them. She used to torment me when we were younger. Six years ago when I was twelve, Jasiyln being fifteen at the time decided it would be a fun idea to cut a good chunk of my hair off. My hair at this age was mid back length and it was nice and shiny and she goes all scissor happy on my hair while I was sleeping. So of course like any other normal child would, I went running to my mom crying telling her what Jasiyln did. She tells me, "Oh well. She cut your hair, it's not like it looked great on you anyway. It looked down right hideous."

Looking at her now I just felt sad at the fact that I will never fully know why my family despises me so much. Why I couldn't be loved by them. When she finally reaches me she looks me up and down and says, "Well well well. If it isn't my baby sister. You had fun in that loony bin? Cause God knows your fucking pathetic." With a push of my shoulder she passes by and goes and stands by our mom. I feel both their judgmental eyes staring down at me and start to feel a prick of tears welling at the back of my eyes. My mother's voice is loud and clear when she turns to my sister and says, "Oh look Jasiyln, Emily looks like she is about to cry. Oh how very sad." They both start to laugh and I leave my luggage and run up the stairs towards an empty room and shut the door. This is what I'm going to have to deal with for the rest of my life? A horrible family? It's upsetting really that I barely stepped one foot in the door and I was already getting pushed around only by two members of my family. I don't wish to see the others.

Finally letting the tears fall in a silent sob I sink to the floor and reach in my back pocket and pull out the one thing that is always there for me. My razor. Long sleeves are my life now. They are the only shirts I wear, I thought as I went to pull back the sleeves of my shirt. Gazing down and letting the tears drop into the wounds as if they were going to cleanse them I start feel the sting as the water starts to seep in. Slowly, I bring the only friend I had in my life up to my wrist and dig it into my skin dragging it along to feel it slice oh so easy. Watching the red spill dribble down some and the numbness travel. I whisper to myself, "Slices just like paper."

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Hey guys so what do you think? Yes I know it's a dark story right now but there will be some light at the end of the tunnel. Stay tuned I will be updating again soon in the next 2-3 days :). 

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