outcast|| m.t

two

  It's been three basic days since I got out of the horrific hospital. My mom has hidden any possible thing I could use to hurt or kill myself with. I'm also not aloud out of my bed, which is perfectly fine. Believe me I wouldn't wanna be anywhere else.

  But besides that, we're moving. Moving all the way across the country, to a foreign land. Maybe this is the better place I wished for. Maybe I'm not meant to die just yet.

  I've been thinking about that for the past three days. Maybe God has a different plan than the one I had in store, and honestly I'm ready to see how this plan unfolds. To see if theres a gold pot at the end of this rainbow.

Maybe.

Hopefully.

  Possibly.

  This foreign land may be the thing that turns my life around. Who knows? Pennsylvania sounds promising.

  Except this promising place comes with a price, like everything in this world. I have to have therapy. Every single week, every single month. For who knows how long. Maybe I can convince my parents to not let me go.

  I mean this therapist is part of the reason we're moving, though. I guess it wouldn't be that bad. But still.

My dead thoughts get interrupted by a tiny knock on the door.

"Come in," I croak.

My mother comes in holding different kinds of boxes.

  "How ya feelin, honey?" She asks while putting down the boxes.

"Never been better." I numbly state. Really I could be better, I just didn't want her to go all crazy and keep worrying about me. It's draining the life out of her.

"Good, good. Well I think its safe to say you don't have to stay locked up in your room anymore." She gives out a small smile, you could see in her eyes it was a sad, tired smile.

"But mom, maybe I liked it in here."

"Well too bad. You need to start packing, we're leaving in a couple weeks."

"Ugh. Fine." I say, dramatically yanking my warm blankets off my body. Instantly recieving chills from the cool air surrounding my bed.

She pats my leg and walks out of the room. Leaving me alone once more.

I slowly get out of my wonderful bed, and begin going through all my belongings. I'm taking this moving thing as a time to get rid of things that remind me of who I used to be.

I'm a different person now. I'm a stronger person. I'm no longer that weak, lonely girl. That everyone treats like a disease.

I guess you could call it out with the old and in with the new. I like that.

  "Okay this can go. Ooo and definitely this. What was I even thinking with this?" I'm honestly glad to be getting rid of this stuff. It showed the weak side of me. The disease side.

  So for a good bit I sit there saying the same things again and again about my stuff, until I'm left with almost none of my belongings.

  "Well, that wasn't so bad. Like I said out with the old and in with the new." I whisper looking at one of my few remaining things.

  It was an old teddy bear. One that accompanied me throughout my baby years. One that still accompanies me today.

  This bear helped me through my weak times in life. This bear helped me through everything, actually. It was my bestfriend, my only friend, it still is.

  I force a weak smile, and head down to the kitchen. It's time for a new Breanna. A better one.

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My eyes begin to water, as I think of all the good memories I've had at this home. I'm leaving behind a part of my youth, a somewhat bad but good part of my youth.

My hand shakily reaches for the cold, silver handle of my suitcase. I roll it out to the cab that's waiting for us on the curb. Each step reminding me of how things are fixing to change for good. Each step signifying a new me.

"Here let me get your bag." The taxi driver kindly offers, while I open the door to a new adventure.

This is gonna be great. I squeeze my moms hand and give her a smile, as we drive down the road. Farther and farther away from the house I called home. To a new beginning.

Authors Note

Okay that was chapter two! I hoped for it to better than this, but it was pretty good. I just had a little writers block. Sorry. Tell me whatcha think though babes!! Let me know the mistakes you see. I'd be happy to fix them. I know it's a pet peave of mine when I read someones work and it's caked with mistakes. So like I said just let me know. Also I'm sorry for the shortness. This was more of a basic, filler chapter. The next chapter Breanna will be in her new home. That better place she hoped for:). Well see ya later gator.

~Bre