Celeste Hules was not your typical, average teenage girl. She was different. With her life stuck in the past, she has shut everyone out of her life except her best friend.
When the intrigued bad boy Caleb Hawker noticed her, he was determined to f...
A/N: Taylor Hill as Celeste Athena Hules (picture above). ~~~
"Happiness is a journey, not a destination" - Ben Sweetland
CELESTE'S POV
I trudged back through the forest. Back to my so-called home.
The sound of the birds chirping is like a sea of annoying fucking screeches. Seriously.
The thing that relaxes me is the sound of my own footsteps, my boots crushing the leaves and the smell of fresh flowers, natural trees as well as the down to earth scenery that I see. If only the birds weren't annoying me so much, I could've enjoyed the moment more then I usually do.
Chirp chirp.
"Oh for god's sake, shut up birds", I picked up one of the many rocks and hurled it at the flock of birds flying above me. It hit the bird in the middle of the flock and divided the rest of the birds who took off in different directions. "That's right fuckers, shut up." I yelled at them again, if someone was here, they'd think I was crazy for yelling at birds.
The bird that I hit, was struggling to fly as quickly as possible as if it knew it was being targeted. It was a victim. I was the predator.
The bird slowly started to fall, down and down it went until bwack. It fell down on a pile of forest wastes. Deciding to inspect it. I moved my feet. I got closer to it, closer to seeing the injured bird. I crouched down and took a look at it, it was a beautiful snow whitish - grey bird with brown specks on the side of its broken wing. I recognised this specie. It was a Sanderling.
There was a huge weight at the bottom of my stomach, almost like it was pulling me down. I knew what it was. Guilt. Something I've always felt ever since it happened...
The Sanderling and I had one thing in common, we felt hurt. The only difference is, I've been in pain for a long time, as long as I can remember and the bird, only a few minutes. But I don't know that. For all I know, this bird might be the same as me. It might've been in pain it's whole life.
We keep our feelings hidden. Even if we are in pain, we still smile. That's what mummy always says, smile through the pain. I blinked away the tear that was threatening to fall down, I miss her so much.
I looked at the Sanderling and realised it was dead. The guilt I felt was even stronger now. "I'm so sorry", I whispered before I slowly turned around and made my way back home.
The forest has always relaxed me, I've always came here whenever there was trouble back at home. I don't know why, something about it soothes me. I'm not a "feel the Colour of the stupid Wind" hippie like Pocahantas I swear. You know those peace groups in high school who always wear green, sits down, crosses their laps, close their eyes and do whatever the shit they do? Yeah. In fact, I'm the opposite of that as you know when I threw the stone at the bird. Again, I felt guilt consume me, pulling me more into their void. I was surrounded by it. I've always been.
Fuck, I killed a fucking bird ______
I slammed the door of my filthy rich, so-called dad's house and slid against it feeling the creeks of the old wood door. Who am I fucking kidding? I don't even know what it's made of. We live in a bloody mansion. Well most of the time, he does as I don't really call this my home and often sneak out to sleep at my one and only friend's house. Aubrey Brooklyn Blake.
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"Honey, is that you?", I heard my so-called dad's footsteps echoing through the huge house. I rolled my eyes not even bothered to respond. He doesn't have the right to call me that.
After my dad Charles left my mum and I for a slut he's been sleeping with for 8 months, we had been struggling hard with finance issues. My mum Julianne had to work 3 jobs thanks to that selfish bastard. I tried to get a job too but my mum wouldn't let me, she wanted me to focus on my stupid studies. I admired my mum, she works hard for me to afford our house, school expenses and other things when she was supposed to rest and take her medications. She was sick. Very sick. She passed away a while after that.
It was one of the most emotional day of my life, losing a dear mother I loved. And I'll always love her no matter what.
I was 16 at that time which is not exactly a legal age for me to live by myself, the court decided to place me in care of my father. My shit, lying, cheating asshole of a bastard dad. I refused to call him my dad and I still do. When I moved in, I found out that he married the slut he slept with, the slut that helped him cheat on his perfect family.
It has been a year now. My birthday is coming up soon which means I'm turning 17 which means I'll hopefully move out of this ugly place.
Before my dad reached me, I ran upstairs to my room. I was so not in the mood for his shit.
I sighed, my life will never be the same again.
~~~ A/N: Hey there weirdos! Thank you so much for reading the first chapter, I hoped you enjoyed it.
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