Introduction

7 3 1
                                    

I remember taking his hand. Walking so close behind what I thought was safe. Baby steps to the edge of a mountain cliff.

I remember seeing his face. That wicked smile I thought was safe.

I should've known. I wasn't muted by the scene. I wasn't crazy. I hadn't lost my mind to what I thought was love. I hadn't lost my mind to what I thought was safe.

Still, I couldn't help but watch as he took one wrong step to his painful, agonizing death.
___
"Kayla, are you okay?" Mom was dressed in her pajamas and I could tell she had just awoken.

I couldn't tell what was wrong, why she had just stepped into my room unnoticed. It was 3:47 AM, and I was still trying to figure the situation.

Rising from my bed, I noticed that the sheets on my bed weren't dry of water. Of tears. I then felt my face, and realized I was not only sweating, but crying.

"Kayla, please talk to me." Mom said, trying to comfort me.

"I'm alright Mom. Go back to sleep." I smiled at her, wiping my face.

As soon as she had closed the door, I knew what was wrong. Why she had awaken.

It was another restless night of weeping, on the occasion that I thought of Carter. Mom had woken up cause of me. I was the cause of her stress, and the wrinkles that no makeup could conceal.

But that's why everything is loaded up in boxes, ready for a moving truck to pick the two of us up and take us somewhere far away from Manhattan, New York. Far away from the memories held so dearly to me. Memories of Carter.

So now, I am left alone, sobbing, staring out the window beside my bed. I'm shaking. But I don't feel much emotion. No trash feels emotion. And that's what I am. Trash. I can't be saved from my agony, no matter how far I travel.

But everyday, people take the trash out.
___
Author's Notes
I know these are agitating, but please read it! So, if you've made it this far, I can be guessing, you were probably interested. But no pressure. So if you actually do want to continue reading my story, thanks because it means a lot to me! It would mean even more if you commented your thoughts because it's really appreciated by me and I really enjoy reading them! There will probably be no more author's notes, so ya... I know author's notes are pretty annoying and tacky but thanks for reading and making it this far. 😝

Crazy_Monkey_7

You've reached the end of published parts.

⏰ Last updated: Jun 05, 2016 ⏰

Add this story to your Library to get notified about new parts!

UsedWhere stories live. Discover now