Face Your Fears

Chapter One Part One -- Connor Driscoll

||DREAM||

"Stay in the house," he says in a stern voice, "Don't ever leave," now he sounds almost vulnerable. 

Falling.  

My father walks over to my mother.

Tumbling.

 I can only see their silhouettes as they stand in the door. 

The ground is visible now.

My mother mumbles something to my father looking at me with a drawn brow and hard jaw.  

Crash! 

They leave, forever. 

I shatter.

||REALITY||

    I bolt upright in my bed, sweating and gasping for air as I try not to drown in thoughts.  My dreams are always like this, if you can even call them dreams.  They are more like nightmares, but not nightmares.  They're memories.  My memories are my kryptonite.  My shield is made of uncut diamond it's strong, but it doesn't shine.  I blend in with the rest and the kryptonite sneaks through even the smallest cracks in my shield.  I shatter, the dull diamond slowly letting the pieces of me scatter to the wind. 

    My parents left me when I was 11.  Nobody noticed that I was alone until people came out to give a bank notice for the house.  I had been living alone for about 5 months at that point, and I was scarred.  My mind had been going over all of the possible scenarios, and none of them were very nice.  At first I thought their trip had been delayed or something, a few days was no big deal.  Then I started to wonder, a week late?  Could they have not at least called?  We live on a farm so there were no neighbors that I could go to for miles, and they had taken my bike away when I was 7.  I've tried to walk the distance, but I always pass out within the first 10 minutes.  I'm so fat.  How can I not be able to walk for 10 minutes?  I should stop eating all together.   I had already gotten to one sandwich a week, but it just wasn't working.  I was still fat.  I am still fat.  I only ever drink water,  sometimes I would splurge and I'll have a crouton.  That must be why.  I can't slip up again, I'll never get skinny like this.  Months  passed like this me not eating when I did cutting.  I deserved it anyway.  I was the reason that they left. I am worthless.  I am disgusting and the biggest waste of space to ever exist.   

    Then the people came; they forced me to eat, and then I forced myself to throw up.  They didn't notice, they just told me to pack my clothes so I did.  They told me to get into the car, so I did.  I had heard all the lectures, "Don't get into strangers cars, they could kidnap you!"  At this point who cares if I get kidnapped?  No one, that's who.  So I just did as I was told and sat in the back of their black Sedan police car, silently.  I stared out the window holding back tears of joy as I finally escaped from my memories.  But I hadn't escaped for long.  The moment I closed my eyes, I was back to the house I grew up in that I spent those last five months in.

    I didn't sleep for long, just long enough for the divider to open and a girl to start talking, "Listen," she said, "your parents left you; and your being sent to a boarding school."

I was tossed back to reality when my dorm mate jumped on my bed excitedly talking about our free day from school.  

(A/N : I don't think this way and I believe no one should, this in no way reflects what I feel about myself. ---- P.S.  This part was written by @alex4702 and in the part labeled ||Reality|| the italicized parts are the parts that are what he thought and what he still thinks. Also, splurging is not eating a crouton if you think in any way like any of these characters pls talk to someone!!! Thanks Bye Love ya sweets!)  (^~^) Also... DON'T BE MEAN I'M ONLY IN SEVENTH GRADE UUGH DON'T JUDGE MEEEEEE ... Peace out!!! {:                 

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