Peanut Butter Cups

6- Barren Walls

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Amber P.O.V.

I walked down these barren streets, obviously frustrated. I'm not really sure why I feel so aggravated, but I do and I need to smash someones head in.

Everything seemed to annoy me, I felt like I needed to cry at the same time too, and trust me. I'm not on my period.

I kicked a stone that was laying on the dirty ground in front of me. I suddenly felt a sharp pain course up through my body after kicking the rock. It was definitely bigger and heavier than I expected. I cursed out loud as the wind blew in my face, causing my hair to fly across my cold skin messily.

Today was obviously not going good for me.

I felt cold flakes fall onto my face and shoulders as I looked up. Snow.

It always amazed me how they all could be so intricate yet different at the same time. Never was one snowflake the same as the last, but to the untrained eye; they were the exact same.

I was in an abandoned area full of brush, no one could see me, right? I didn't think so anyways, so I began dancing. Maybe not like Maddie Ziegler dancing, but I would still call it dancing.

Memories of my past began flooding my thoughts as I continued to pretend everything was like the snowflakes; pristine and beautiful. That's what my life was, the same to the un-trained eye. But once you really looked and studied it, you could see the impeccable abnormalities.

The lyrics of an unknown song were playing through my mind as I continued dancing. Maybe one day I would get dancing lessons.

A warm substance began to run down my cheek, I touched my face. It was water, or better frazed, it was my tears.

Great, I'm crying. Now what, I guess I'll cry again while no one is aware that secretly that tear is in my heart from so long ago and was never repaired.

From both eyes now, the salty tears ran down. Once the tears fell, the songs stopped, and the dancing died.

I was walking home barefoot now. I stepped along the cold frozen walkway, holding my soaked shoes.

I stepped through the doorway, it was quiet, but that was pretty normal. Hazel was too familiar with men; therefor she was never home. My mom was always at work. Don't have a dad, looks like it's just me myself and I.

I sighed as I walked up the stairs. I always got a chill up my back when I did so, I always turned around to investigate if it was just my imagination, or something actually was there. A part of me wished that Jake was there. Maybe Aidan, or even my dad. My real dad, coming back to tell me he loved me and was sorry for leaving me. Telling me that he was going to stay and bring the family together.

But every time I looked around, there was nobody there. Just me, myself, and I.

Music was quietly blaring through the speakers of my radio when I walked through my bleak door frame. The song happened to be Happy by Pharell Williams. This was not the time.

I flopped down onto my boring mattress and began to think.

I thought about all the embarrassing moments I had ever had, the mistakes I've made, the horrible; blood curdling things that's had happened.

The song Ghost Town by Adam Lambert began playing, this one suited me much more. It didn't really make me feel better, though.

I couldn't help but look at the wall. It was so plain and barren, it was just a shade of grey. So boring, yet in a way, perfect.