'One drunken mishap and my life changed forever.'
Lily is what you may call average. She has a boyfriend who's really hot, a father who's really rich, a mom who's really annoying and caring, a best friend who's literally retarded, and a heart full o...
"I hate myself." I broke the silence that was surrounding me and uncle Ray. We were sitting in our special spot, the spot in which he would sit Chris and I down and tell us his made up stories while Joe would run around in the garden trying to catch his mom's cat. The poor thing was always scared of Joe.
"I'm weak. I'm the one thing I hate the most." I continued when I heard nothing from him in response. "All of that strong display..." I let a loud sigh out, but I still felt some of it imprisoned in me. "It was a lie. I'm a lie."
The view was amazing. Just like it always was. This house, my house, never ceased to amaze me. Just when you think there is no more beauty in it you find new displays of perfection in a corner.
I let my hair be touched by the wind and my cheeks be caressed by the warmth of it.
"I've been through a lot in my life. Losing my parents, watching Joe love someone else. But throughout all of it, I stayed strong. I held my head up and looked into Joe's eyes when all he could see was Pamela. I stood by my parents' grave stones for hours without breaking down. I lost my aunt, the aunt who was my mother for most of my life, and still...I stayed strong. Why not be strong now?"
'Uncle Ray cleared his throat. I was waiting for his comforting words, but they never came. And oddly enough, that calmed me down. We stayed like that for minutes, maybe even hours.
When I finally decided to go back to my room, his words came, but they were anything but comforting.
"You went wrong my child. Somewhere along the path...you went wrong."
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My room was dark. The curtains closed, the lights off.
Moving to the curtains, I opened them a little, letting a thin ray of moonlight light my face. Opening the curtains further, my mind flew back to Joe. He loved light. He was light. Like an angel with a mesmerizing halo.
"What went wrong with me Joe? What did you do to me?" My tears started to fall one by one...again.
Picking up the phone, I finally made up my mind. It was enough. Being alone was enough. I had to make some changes. Chris couldn't be the only one trying in this thing anymore. He was tired. I could see it in his eyes, he was fading away.
'I can't lose Chris too.' With that thought I picked up my phone and called the last person I was supposed to.
"Mark Graham. How may I help you?"
"Mark." I said, my voice still shaking a little.
"Who is this?"
"It's me...Sarah. We need to talk. Now."
'Chris isn't alone in this from now on. I'll do whatever I can to keep him safe.'
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