Heartbreak of a Teenage Mind

New acquaintances

Pic of naomi on the right but just imagine her with shorter and more darker hair.

xoxoxo

Chapter 3

That long rest had helped with my stress. And when I say long rest I mean more than 32 hours. My head no longer throbbed and I no longer felt angry at the thought of the whole ordeal. I still believed that chick was weird barely knowing me and acting as my shoulder to cry on. But the jokes on her because I am already starting to feel better without the comforts of her shoulder. I was going to take a walk today and nobody could stop me. But it wasn’t likely they would since I hadn’t been out of bed this previous month.

I was nervous to see the new environment that my father had brought me out to. I put on nothing special since I still felt depressed with the world; so on went the trackies and singlet. And out of the house I went, well not out the front door. I couldn’t risk being seen by those weirdo staring people and especially that Naomi chick. So I left a note on my bed explaining partly where I was and I headed out my window.

The free air smelt so differently to the air inside. It was more wild and free and could not have smelt better as it coursed up my nostrils. I was out at last and felt amazing finally to be free. But realisation struck as I figured out that I had no idea where to go or what could be out there.

Dad lived in a small town in the middle of the bush. He said he moved out here because of the space but I knew he moved out here to get further away from Mum and if he could move any further away he would.

I decided to take the opportunity to explore the foreign lands I would have to call home for a brief time. I knew that I wouldn’t be staying here long. Not because of Dad not wanting me here but I would soon leave and live with my Aunty over the other side of the country. Dad couldn’t stop me if he tried, I ‘m eighteen in less than a year anyway. Living with Dad was a constant reminder of who and what I had lost and to stay here would mean hurting me and I couldn’t deal with that kind pain.

I wondered away from the house and down the long driveway making my way to the road. Our house was on a massive lot and I wondered that if May was the closest neighbour how close could she possibly be?

I stood just before the road on the edge of the driveway. I looked right and didn’t see anything along the long stretch of road. I looked left and just in the distance I saw small buildings along the road that looked as though they formed a small town. I couldn’t handle people right now but the curiosity of what sort of town it was got the better of me.

By car it would have taken two minutes to get to the town but by foot it took just over ten minutes. I had walked at a moderate speed the whole time and only slowed right down when I came to the edge of the town.

I stared at it for a while taking in everything I could before I would have to go back to the stuffy house. The town had small buildings after buildings lined up on either side of the road. Then there were little streets that led off two different parts of the towns. These roads were in between the buildings. It seemed very old and probably held lots of history but now it just seemed to be withered and I got the feeling that the town was barely visited by outsiders but that was a given since it was in the middle of nowhere. The buildings that were lined along the massive road that I was on the edge of looked to be the main part of town.

But in the midst of it all were happy people saying their chirpy little hello’s to everyone they passed and not once letting their smile drop. I was going to be a downer for them, I thought. They all seemed to be in their own perfect little world without a care in it. There were children in the street playing, mothers on the sides chatting, markets men having a good old laugh to themselves and shoppers chatting away to the shop owners. They made me feel sick.