Scars (Soon to be Deleted!)

Chapter 1

I awoke from my long, sleepless night, but laid in bed for a few minutes.

Which isn't anything new. You can't possibly tell me I'm the only teen who dreads getting up in the morning, even if I'm not going to school.

My mind kept telling me it was probably about time to get up.

I picked up my phone, unlocking it to find out that it was already 9:00. Yeah, I should get up.

I flipped my legs over the side of my bed and stretched my petite body.

Walking into my bathroom, I stripped myself of my clothing, turned on the shower, and let the water run until it was warm enough to step into.

I got in, hissing at the burning sensation on my stomach.

I looked down, seeing the stitches and once again remembering something I was hopeful to forget.

I spent my time in the shower, trying to be relaxed and cleaning myself off, hopeful to avoid water coming into contact with my wound.

When I was done, I got out and dried off, walking into my room, and plucking a pair of black sweat pants out of the drawer.

Closing it with my hip, I threw my piece of clothing on my bed, then walking into my closet to pick out a shirt.

I decided on just a plain black tank top.

Yup, I'm a dark person.

I walked out of my closet, shutting the door behind me. Then, walking over to my bed, I let my towel drop to the floor and got dressed for the day, throwing my long, strawberry blond hair in a messy bun.

I jumped down the stairs, heading into the kitchen where I grabbed a bowl, a spoon, the box of frosted flakes, the milk, and the sugar.

I put together my meal, seating myself at the dining table, and quietly enjoying its deliciousness.

I looked over into the living room, where I saw my mother set up in her little "work station."

By "work station," I mean her personal reclining chair, with a tall lamp near by, and a little table.

My mother, sitting in her chair, with her glasses, I assumed was working.

My mom writes stories, she's a famous author. Because of this, she's able to work at home of course.

I finished my breakfast, heading over and laying down on the couch, reaching for the remote, and putting Spongebob on.

My mom jokingly sighed, "Really, Jessie? You're 17 years old."

"I don't care." I stated simply.

My mother rolled her eyes, "Anyways, what do you think about this?"

She turned her laptop screen over to my view, where I then saw a picture of a house that was for sale.

"What are you doing, mom?"

My mother looks at me questionably, "You said you needed change, didn't you?"

Oh. She was taking it to the extreme.

"Um... I don't know... Where is this house anyways?"

"Its in San Francisco..."

San Francisco?

"Mom, you realize that San Francisco is very far away from here... And different at that."

It was true... We lived in cold Boston, Massachusetts.

My mother didn't say anything, but instead she kept searching on her computer.

I know I said I needed change, but I didn't really want to move. Though I don't know why, I have nothing here anyways, besides painful remembrance.

~

"Jessie, can you come here?" My dad hollered from the kitchen.

I could smell my mother's delicious cooking of spaghetti and cheese bread. Yum.

I lazily got up from my bed, setting my book down on the nightstand.

Did I really have to stop? It's such a good book.

I tumbled down the stairs, into the kitchen, where I grabbed a plate, ready to serve myself.

I served myself a big plate full of dinner. Just because I'm small doesn't mean I can't eat a lot.

I seated myself at the table, immediately stuffing my face in, and getting sauce all around my mouth.

"Jessie?"

I looked up at my mother, and my father chuckled when he saw the mess on my face.

"I found a house in San Francisco..." My mother started.

"You mean that ugly little house from earlier?"

My dad stepped in, "No, a different one... Way better."

"Ok..."

My mother once again showed me the screen of her laptop. So she could bring electronics to the table but I couldn't? Hardly fair.

When I glanced at the screen I saw a big, two story, gray house with a lovely yard in a nice neighborhood.

But that doesn't say much.

"We have looked deeply at this house, and we think we want it. Your mother and I are going to go look at it this weekend." My father states.

This weekend? Tomorrow...

"Why so early? Guys, its been a day."

My parents didn't say anything, so I stood up and went upstairs as soon as I was finished with my meal.

~

I awoke the next day, and sure enough, my parents were gone.

I wish they had really considered not leaving me behind. I mean, not that I wanted to do anything, but considering what happened just a few days ago...

Yeah...

But it was too late. They already got plane tickets for themselves, and it would have been nothing but a hassle to go back and get me one.

Not to mention a waste of money.

I came into the kitchen, where I opened the fridge and pulled out some cooked bacon I could reheat and an egg.

I fried the egg on the stove, popping some English muffins into the toaster, and when they were finished cooking, I put together my egg sandwich and sat down to eat.

When I was finished eating, I headed into the living room where I slammed my body onto the couch.

I picked up the remote, looking for a new TV series to start watching on Netflix.

Hmm... Let's see what Supernatural is.

~

I finished season one. That really is quite the show.

I looked over at the clock, not surprised to see that it was like one in the morning.

The show had 22 episodes of forty five minutes, and I had paused a couple times to do some of my other stuff.

I exhaustedly carried my body up the stairs and into bed, where I feel asleep and had more painful nightmares.

When will they go away?

~

I woke up the next day to my parents practically jumping on top of me, shouting that we were moving and to start packing immediately.

So they already bought the house?

Why did they rush into this again?

From what my mom told me, I guess they didn't want to wait to sell this house to someone, so they sold it to the bank so we could be out immediately.

I guess I should get up and get this sucky packing over with.

Because even though I need something new, something not reminding, I didn't want to leave the place I've spent the last 17 years in.

So, this was going to suck majorly.