Broken Toys

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Summer R. Gracely. That's the name

printed right here. Right on this very page. My name to be specific. A majestic pretty name. The R. stands for Rose because my mother picked it out. She had always wanted a pretty daughter. Someone with as much poise and perfection as the name. I didn't live up to that; not even close. I had a shock of blonde hair. Not golden blonde, nope, more like a shade duller. Like you would expect an old necklace to have. It was long and wavy almost never agreeing with me. I had bangs on half my face long enough to cover that half if I wanted them to. I was tall for my age by about three inches and was skinny. I was so pale it was funny how much like a ghost I looked, but I liked it like that. I had an average body type, nothing too curvy but average. The one thing I was proud of were my eyes. They were a striking blue. Dark, with a kaleidoscope pattern around the iris. They were teal when I cried or wore some makeup around them just right. They were the only thing about me that lived up to my mothers expectations. Only one problem, that didn't matter anymore.

I was an only child and was okay with that. My mother had a nice job so we had quite a bit of money but I never flaunted it. The problem was she was always working. I was always hitching rides with friends and singing at concerts to an empty reserved seat and empty promise to be there. I was pretty friendly trying to help everyone all the time and was pretty liked so it worked out well. Then the accident happened. My mother was taking me home from the mall one day after getting dresses for a fancy promotion dinner at her work when the semi came out of nowhere it seemed and hit us straight on her side. That was all I remembered before I woke up a month later from a-coma in the hospital. I was lucky, a few broken ribs and a scull fracture along with an ankle break. My mother didn't make it. I had cried after the nurses told me for what seemed like hours. Where was my dad you may ask? He ditched my mom after getting her pregnant not wanting anything to do with me. At all. So I sat and cried to no one but the beeping of the monitors hooked up to me and a background of "Judge Judy" on the television. I was a wreck for a few days until my Uncle Drake showed up. He was one of the only family members I loved still, him and Nana. He hugged me and sat down on the bed. "Hey kiwi, how are you doing?" He asked. I mentally was doing ok, I wasn't close to my mom, but plastered an emotionless expression on my face and shrugged. He grinned and touched my cheek with his rough finger. I smiled back at him and had leaned back into the pillow as he went on. I was to live with him in Florida and leave behind Illinois for good. He was my legal guardian now and was putting in the final payment on a beach house he was proud to say. He was going on about the beach, neighborhood, and neighbors when he mentioned my moms funeral. I had missed it. They had already buried her. I. Didn't. Get. To. Say. Goodbye.

I was struck with this thought as he went on and frowned up at him. He wasn't paying attention but said we were leaving in one week. It was faster than I had liked and not much time to say goodbye to anyone either. My friends of course had visited before. I was let or of the hospital on Wednesday of that week and were all bearing stuffed animals and flowers and cheep candy that tasted like dirt. I left the hospital on a pair of speedy (not) crutches and hobbled into Drakes old Chevy. It grumbled to life and we roared to my house to pack. I fit everything I could into the back of his truck and we started our long trip to Florida. And that's how I ended up on the beach one breezy afternoon in Dalayvill Florida when I met the one thing on this earth I thought was more broken than me.

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Prologue ^ this is just the prologue of the story more to come I want at least 5 votes/reads on this before I post the next part to see if its actually worth the time to write two stories at once and be at musical practice so please read and vote and spread the word!

~ 😚💜Emily💙😉

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