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Chapter 11

Georgie's POV

The whole way home I kept thinking about it, how was it even possible to miss someone I didn't even know? I couldn't get the image of some kind of beach out of my head since the last time we had spoken. Over the months, that vision of the beach had gotten clearer, and my doctor said it was probably me remembering something, but I don't know why I would ever go to a beach, I hate the beach. I felt like everything was getting to me lately, like something's going to change. I can feel it, in the pit of my stomach that things were going to kick off soon. Maybe it was the fact that I now knew that Gwyneth and all my old friends were flying here, god knows why, and that means that Michael will be here too. I wonder if they still hate me, or if they never hated me in the first place. All I really knew was that it would be my birthday in fourteen days and I was going to celebrate the shit out of it.

I arrived back in front of the gravel driveway, and I took my keys out and pushed open the gate before closing it behind me. All the trees were green now; some with beautiful pink blossoms on them, birds were singing everywhere and the cool breeze pulled my hair away from my face. I walked up to the front door and unlocked it, pushed the large brown open and shutting it after. "Mother?" I called, putting my keys on the side and shuffling to the kitchen where I thought I would find her. They kitchen was empty, which surprised me, but I went over to the freezer anyway and pulled out a tub of ice cream, before getting a spoon and sitting down at the counter. I pulled the lid off and started to dig into it, when my eyes drifted along the counter and saw a small piece of paper, folded neatly on the other side of the kitchen. I put down the spoon and went towards it, making out the small marking on it 'Georgina'. I picked it up and began to unfold it, revealing a small letter from my mother.

Georgina,

Sorry we didn't get to say goodbye to you but I knew you were out with Josh and wouldn't want to be disturbed, me and your father have gone on holiday and will probably be back in around two weeks, have a good birthday sweetheart, call us if there's an emergency.

Love Mother

I looked up from the letter and around the empty kitchen in astonishment. I knew they were leaving but I didn't realise they would just leave without saying goodbye. Sometimes I wonder if they even love me at all, and I'm some sort of trophy daughter that they can just push around. Well if that was true than I'm not going to be that person anymore. I didn't want all these barriers in my life anymore, I wanted to know everything. I threw the piece of paper on the floor and stormed out of the kitchen, walking through the hallway and straight to the end of it, standing at the small door. It was locked, and I looked through the glass and saw the small key inside the lock. All I had to do was get that key. I pulled down my sleeve and wrapped it around my fist, before punching the glass and reaching through the broken shards that were left. I twisted the lock until I heard it click then pulling my hand back out without cutting it. The door opened this time and I slowly crept through, crunching on the glass with my feet. This was where my old room was, but why on earth would they keep it locked?

The moment I turned the corner into another narrow hallway, there were huge holes smashed into the walls, and a piano beaten half to death in the corner at the end. My head begins to ache, and I think I'm starting to hallucinate. I stumbled to the wall and held myself still. I don't know what's happening to me.

I hear her footsteps getting closer, the heels of her shoes clicking sharply against the wooden floor, but other than that, she was silent. She walked straight past me, her blonde hear swaying as she strutted, before she suddenly stopped and walked back towards me, disbelief plastered over her face. "Georgina?" She questioned; her eyes wide with surprise and body almost frozen in shock. "It's Georgie now"

I was so confused, was this why the hallway in such a state? My vision became blurry, and I slid down to the floor, looking around in a dizzy haze at the spinning hallway.

I took another swing, this time shattering a row of decorative glasses; littering the floor with the sharp pieces and making it look like a bomb had gone off in the middle of the hallway. "What do you even want" my mother cried, both furious and terrified at the same time.

It was me, I had ruined the hallway, what did she do? I could see myself, my purple hair swaying gently as I destroyed everything in my way. I was a monster. I took a deep breath and climbed back to my feet, staggering over to the bedroom door opposite me. I fell onto the door and twisted the handle, practically collapsing down onto the carpet once it had opened. I looked up once the room had stopped spinning, and my mouth hung open. The walls were dark grey, only one small window on the other side of the room bringing a little ounce of light in. there were many band posters plastered against another wall, facing a double bed that looked like it hadn't been slept in for a long time. I covered my mouth with my hands and leant against the door and felt the tears form in my eyes. This must have been who I was, and I terrified me. I wasn't this person anymore, I don't understand how I could ever act like someone like this, I was so messed up.

I pulled a hoodie on, chucked my bag out the window, and paused before climbing out myself. I looked back at my room, and towards my desk, so I went and grabbed a pen and paper, sat on my bed, and began to write:

Dear 'mum' and 'dad',

Well done, you've finally got what you always wanted. I'm gone. Don't even think about trying to find me, although I doubt if you will want to anyway. You're both dead to me and I never want to see you again. I hope you live the rest of your lives knowing how you tortured your only daughter into near insanity. I hope you're proud of yourselves. I will never forgive you.

–G

I rummaged through my pocket frantically and pulled out my phone, dialling the only number that I thought would be able to help me. I wiped my eyes as I waited for them to answer. "Georgie?" the sleepy voice answered, I must have woken him up. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" I cried, bringing my knees up to my chest and resting my forehead against them. "Hey don't worry, it's alright" His voice was soothing, I felt more relaxed as his voice become the centre of my attention. "When do you get here?" I whimpered down the phone, I would be surprised if he even heard me. "Tomorrow afternoon probably, I'm supposed to be waking up in a few hours" He mumbled cheerily, outlining the fact I was interrupting. "Good, I think we should talk. But I'll let you go back to sleep" I smiled, slowly getting to my feet and opening the bedroom door. "Good idea, I'll see you soon" I really liked the sound of his voice; it sounded so attractive and calming. "Bye Michael" I rushed out of the hallway and out to the stairs. "Bye George" I listened to his voice one last time before he hung up. I stood by the bottom of the stairs and thought hard about what move I should take next. I think I knew deep down what I had to do if I wanted everything to fall into place.