Bones ↣ Shawn Mendes

Chapter Three

"You know it will be fun living with each other? Our house will probably be nicer and bigger, they seem happy together, and I think we'll all get along as siblings." I said to Lance and Lily while braiding her hair. We sat on my bed staring at the television, which was playing Drake and Josh.

"I've always wanted a brother or sister." Lance said, his mouth gaping open and his eyes still locked on the screen.

"We've always wanted a brother," Lily said, "at least I have." She looked up at me.

"I have, too. Especially a little brother." I smiled at him, but he didn't notice.

"Do you think they'll stay together and get married?" Lance asked.

"Yeah, I'm almost certain. What about you?" Lily asked while still looking up at me.

"Me too." I smiled, finishing the braid off and tying a knot with the hair tie around it. Lily thanked me and we joined Lance at watching the TV, until one bye one we all fell asleep.

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I woke up the next morning to the sound of creaks on the stair case. I listened closely to the heavy footsteps, which I had woken up to so often to know that it was my father. I squinted to look around, fluttering my eyelashes to gain vision. I glanced around my room, to see Lance and Lily were gone. I stretched and got out of my bed, slowly walking to the door and opening it to see my dad standing there.

"Why are you up this early?" He whispered.

"The sun is shining, why not?" I folded my arms. I gave him a smug look, which if he had given that look to me I would freak out. I hate when people look at me like how I'm looking at him.

"Well I was going to go look at houses, I wanted you to baby sit but you can come with if you want." He said, rubbing his eyes with one hand, a cup of coffee in the other.

"Yeah, I wanna come I'm not going to let you choose the new house with out my consent." I said, placing my hand on my chest to emphasize the word my.

"Okay wake up Lily, Lance and Laura are on their way. Go get ready, too." He said, motioning his hands in a flicking motion to my door.

"Okay, I'm going!" I said, putting my hands up in the air. I went to my bedroom and put on some jeans and a tee shirt, not wanting to dress too fancy. I put my long, straight, and brown hair up into a high pony tail, and then put a headband on. I put on some white socks and my noticeably worn out pair of black converse and ran out the door of my room.

I walked to Lily's room, my eyes drenched with the color theme of her all bubblegum pink room. I walked over to her bed, where she had laid fast asleep, mouth wide open while drooling on her pillow case. I tapped her lightly, whispering "Lily, Lily wake up."

"Hm?" She mumbled, smacking her dry lips and blinking multiple times.

"Lily get up, we're going to look at houses." I said, pushing her a little.

"Houses for what?" She asked.

"Remember last night?" I asked her in the sweetest tone I could, trying to not let my anger of the situation to get the best of me.

"Oh yeah. Okay I'll get up in one second." She said, rolling over to face away from me.

"Okay, hurry up, though." I said, strolling out of her room and walking down the old wooden staircase.

    We moved into this house right after the accident, we couldn't handle the house and all of the memories of her in there. That house was sold to an elderly couple who then painted our house from white to dark blue. I can't imagine what the inside looks like now, all I can remember of it was the small oak stair case that went straight into my parents room, and how their whole bedroom took up the upstairs. I remember one time I took a tumblr down the stairs, and my mom dashed to comfort me, singing me a song. But you don't care about that.

     I walked into my bathroom, going to brush my teeth, skipping over my hair because I was blessed with low maintenance hair. I turned on the light and stared into the mirror.

        Fat. Worthless. Ugly. How could somebody like me?

           I shook my head, trying to erase these thought.

             That's not true, Penelope. I told myself. You know that's not true. I held my head, voices screaming, telling me how worthless I am. The voices are my own, hatred thick in their tone. The accents losses by them were filled with disgust and anger, and just a hint of helplessness. Loneliness. The loneliness isn't always bad, I like being alone. Being alone means nobody can hear the voices. Hell, nobody can hear them even when I'm trying so hard to scream them at the top of my lungs. Suddenly everybody goes deaf and I turn mute in those moments. I felt myself drifting over to the toilet seat.

        Stop. Don't do this. You have done this for a week now. You were doing so good! I told myself this as I kneeled down the the toilet seat. Penelope, why don't you stop? Because your worthless. I raised the toilet seat. You need to do this. My head hovered over the seat, and I stuck my finger down my throat causing me to gag. I remembered somebody could hear me, so I began running the bathroom fossett for the sink.

       I grabbed a tooth brush, and returned to the toilet. I shoved the brush down my throat, causing it to tickle my throat, resulting in a gag. My eyes began to water, one part because of the gagging, ninety-nine parts because of what I've become.

There was a soft knocking at the door, and I immediately lifted my head up from the rim of the bowl, and looked up.

"Penny? Penny I need to go to the bathroom!" I heard Lily say. Panic flooded through my body and my eyes widened.

"Just one second!" I said, scurrying to get rid of any evidence. I flushed the toilet and had put the seat down, putting my tooth brush back. I looked at my left in the mirror, wiping away the tears and the vomit from my mouth. I took the running, warm water and rinsed my mouth out of the bitter sweet taste that had become so familiar.

"Penelope! I need to go really bad! The running water isn't making it any better!" Lily said while pounding on the door.

"Okay!" I said. I brushed my fingers through the strands that had hung out from my pony tails, straightened my shirt, and walked out of the bathroom, not even starting to brush my teeth. I'll just have some gum.

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We had been roaming throughout some neighborhoods our real estate agent had told us about, looking to see if there are any houses for sale. We began to drive through a quaint neighborhood, around fifteen houses that all wrapped around a lake in the middle, and some of the houses had a lake in the back. We drove through the neighborhood and saw a house for sale, which the sign on the front yard had read "Open House, Sunday August 4th, 10 A.M to 2 P.M"

"This house is having an open house in around," my dad looked at the clock on the radio, "twenty minutes. Should we do a little cruise and come back for the open house?" He asked Laura, and she smiled.

      I have a feeling that this is the house.