Let's Live In A Castle (A Christian Novelli Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

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The house was filled with the sound of shooting.

Harry was playing his video games way too early. What was it? 10 am? Ugh.

I slid out of bed and quickly dressed, images of Christian and I decorating for Christmas fueling me to move quickly even in the cold morning air. I  hurried to the kitchen and poured myself some coffee before grabbing my laptop.

"Where are you off to?" A voice sliced through the almost quiet kitchen like a knife.

I turned and saw my grandmother watching me with narrowed eyes from her place at the kitchen table. The newspaper was opened wide on the table next to her mug of coffee and a plate dotted with crumbs. "I'm going to see a friend." I said with a smile, before turning back to my fitting my Macbook into my tribal printed backpack. I closed the flap and did the little buckle. My coffee splashed into the kitchen sink.

"What's your friend's name? Just so I can tell your mother where you are if you aren't back in time for dinner." Excuses, excuses...

"Christian. She knows him and thinks he is really nice. Don't worry." I ran my fingers through my hair and walked to the bathroom. Midway there, another question was fired my way,

"Are you two dating? Or just friends?"

"Dating," I answered, trying to sound casual about it. I went into the bathroom and wiped the eyeliner, mascara and eye shadow that had fallen under my eyes while I slept. I didn't need to fix or reapply anything. The leftover make up from yesterday was still enough to look put together. Not that it mattered for a day hanging out with Christian.

"Oh that's nice. How long have you dated?" I couldn't see the old woman's face but I knew that her surgery sculpted face wasn't as cheery as her sugary tone.

"A few months." I hit the light switch and hurried through the kitchen to the hallway. I put on my jacket and scarf. I yanked on my shoes and then hurried for my bag. I needed to get out of here.

"How old is he? Does he go to your school?"

Crap. Just the question I didn't want to be asked. "Um no. He doesn't go to my school. He is graduated. You can ask him question later. I'm going to be late. I'll see you later, grandma." I gave a wave and slammed the door behind me. My heart was beating rapidly. I barely escaped that one.

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One of the many things the *pacific northwest offers is an almost constant dampness. It's worse in some places, like here in Seattle. Right on the bay like this means very wet and cold benches at the bus stop. I stood with my hands deep in my pockets and my chin burrowed into my scarf. I bounced my knees slightly to the beat of the music streaming through my head phones to keep warm while I waited for the bus.

A few years ago, my grandmother came to visit for Thanksgiving. We went around the table full of relatives and each said something we were thankful for. At this point, most had found out about my depression. It seemed like everyone knew after my one and only suicide attempt. When It came to be my turn, my whole family turned and smiled at me. I took a deep breath and had said "I'm thankful for the support. Yesterday, I was 30 days clean." They beamed at me, making me feel wonderful and proud.

After dinner, when some had gone home, she decided to speak up. The old woman turned to my aunt and mother with me just across the room and said, "Why is everyone so proud? She cuts herself for heavens sake. It's a disgusting habit. She is probably just doing it for attention."