The Slightest Touch

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I hold grudges. There, I admit it.

I'm not ashamed, nor is it something I'm proud of.

People say that you should forgive and forget because it will free you from the past.

Bullshit.

Nobody does that. They might say that, but they will hold whatever you did against you even if they think they're past it. It doesn't mean that they hate you, but no matter what they do, they just can't muster up the courage to forgive you. And the bad thing about it, is that, you can't do anything about it. It doesn't matter if they tell you that it's in the past now. You don't know what's going inside their head; for all you know, they could be plotting your death right at that second.

It's not a theory, It's a fact.

I would know this.

It's been just over three years now, and I still feel the hatred fresh as ever. I don't try to hide it. It's part of who I am now and everyone just has to accept it. People take pity on me now and I hate it. They think I'm still hung up on the situation. It's the reason why I'm all the way up in an another country.

I hated the flashbacks that would play in my mind on repeat. They just keep feeding my pessimistic thoughts. I don't mind it though, it reminds me of the reason why I'm never stepping foot in that place ever again.

It all started on the day my parents began noticing the drastic changes of my personality, and decided to do something about it — to try to bring me back to how I was before this whole fiasco happened. And that something happened to be to organize an intervention.

With everyone.

I love my parents dearly. But on that day, they weren't thinking very clearly as they thought of this idea and the people to bring to this 'get together'.

When I came back from school that afternoon, I was very tired and stressed out. So much that I didn't smell everyone's scent when I was on my front porch, digging through my backpack for the keys to the house. I turned the key, opened the door and closed it when I got inside. It was a bit quiet inside the house which was suspicious, but I didn't think too much of it, since I looked like death and the only thing on my mind was sleeping.

I slowly went upstairs, straight to my room on the second floor, the last door on the right. I lazily walked to my room, dragging my feet. Once I was halfway down the hallway that lead me to my room, the urge to run and jump on my bed was so strong, i couldn't help but let it consume me and run like a sprinter on their last lap. I ran so fast and opened the door with a great speed that I tripped over something and fell on a body.

I was just about to say my apologies — thinking it was my mom or dad I fell on while they were snooping in my room again, when the person's scent just hit me. I pulled myself up and looked at the person on the floor in shock. All that was going through my head at that moment was that it had to be a twisted dream of some sort, or hallucinations from the lack of sleep I got the past week. I couldn't believe that he was in my room right now. We were just staring at each other in surprise when suddenly, I heard a growl and was thrown across my room and fell against my desk chair. It hurt like a bitch, but I kept my mouth shut. I picked myself up my head to see who dared to touch me, let alone throw me halfway across my bedroom in mu house. The sight that greeted me broke my heart into little pieces.

Arabella was hugging Matthias like he was her lifeline, while he whispered sweet nothings in her. My eyes caught hers for a second with hatred and possessiveness swirling in her eyes.