Everything Has Changed

Chapter Four

Song: Till My Heart Stops by Too Far Moon

I lay awake in bed attempting to relive and collect what happened yesterday for the millionth time. It didn't seem real. The events following the sudden wave of voices were short, I was the one to let go out of fear and once I did everything went back to normal and we were in the mall once again. It was like it never happened, which is what I've been trying to convince myself. But as I lie in this bed staring up at the white ceiling after a restless night I realized there was no denying the truth.

The sun rose up hours ago but I still hadn't figured out what to do other then lie in a pool of confusion. I figured before I moved here that searching for answers as to what's happening would be enough to occupy my days. Turns out I was wrong. And I was left with enough spare time to cover my entire plate. When I was in New York, I went to a community collage. Alex said it would be good to take online classes while I was here similar to him who's studying medical. But my plan was different. That is- I had none. I needed to figure out what this guardian thing was all about. And I needed to know what was up with me and them. That's all I needed to do. The faster we get things sorted out, the faster I can get away from them.

Realizing I was thinking about my possible future made me sick. I know for a fact that it wasn't a good idea getting my hopes up for things that are uncertain. That only increases the possibility of me getting hurt. And I certainly didn't like relying on anything. I already learned that the hard way when I put all my trust on people that never desrved it. Which is why I refused to tell them yesterday about how I figured everything out and how I discovered who I was.

I groaned aloud giving in to my bored self and sat up. "I really need to do something"

"Go take a run" Alex mumbled from the bed beside me. He shifted to his other side I had totally forgotten he was there."And then maybe I can get some sleep without you moving around every two seconds."

I couldn't help but smile. "Think of it as payback for all the mornings you made me wake up at four AM to exercise."

He groaned. And pulled his blanket over his head. "Go protected."

"Okay Mr. Grumpy." I replied. But the only response I got was a snore. 'Go protected' meant bring something to protect myself with. Something Alex was big on after what happened two years ago. He brought a small gun with him everywhere he went and forced me to do the same with at least a pocket knife.

Knowing there was nothing else to do, I decided to take Alex's suggestion and go for a run. I took a quick glance over at the clock beside the window and got up from the bed.

9:50am

***

The air was chilly and the breezes were light but the sun was out and it was warmer than usual. This is what I considered lucky weather in Wyoming. After running for what seemed like an hour I became exhausted and sweaty but the satisfied feeling that came with my aching muscles reminded me that it was worth it. At first I considered only running around the block except for some reason I ended up in Forestall Park. It must've been built recently because I don't have any memory of this place.

It was truly a beautiful park. With the stretching green pastures and graceful trees, it almost resembled perfection. From where I stood at the entrance of the park I sighted a playground not far from a few benches. In my mind I heard Alex's voice, Don't ever rest, not even for a moment unless you're about to puke or faint. However my aching muscles argued otherwise.

I spotted a bench beneath a shady tree and began to walk towards it. As I got closer I began to hear a female voice coming from the playground followed by a silky male's whom I knew too well. My heart dropped when I saw Christain laying down very closely beside a girl on the bottom of the yellow slide. One of his arms on her back, and the other pushing her blond hair behind her ear. He smiled and his face inched closer. She smirked. He bit his lip. A habit that I hate myself for remembering. I tried to remain emotionless but I pressed my nails into my hands hoping to overpower the agony and torment I was feeling inside. I suddently began recalling all the times he did that to me. God, why did this hurt so much? It wasn't like my heart was being stabbed. No, it was worst. It felt as if someone tossed my heart into a fire except it never stopped beating. He leaned in and kissed her almost desperately, running his hand up and down her back and up her shirt.