The Best In Me

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"We're moving," just those two words change my mood instantly.

"Why?" I ask, my face expressionless.

"Landon..." Aunt Mae sighs while rubbing her dry hands over her face. "You know we have to move," she states sadly.

"I know," I croak out. I mentally curse myself for being so weak. "Where?" I was afraid of the answer I was going to get. I love California, but too many memories have been imprinted here. I guess it was time for a change.

"Michigan, I figured we should move some where cold. Since I kn-" without letting her finish that thought, I nod my head and walk to my room. Our house was only one story. It has three bedrooms, one bathroom, a kitchen, and a small living room. It isn't much, but enough.

I wasn't upset about the move, it's not like I was leaving anyone special behind. Everyone knows what happened to me at school and I'm getting sick of the fake pity looks people have been giving me because of it.

Yeah, it may hurt, but one thing I remember my mom would always tell me as a kid was my motivation to keep going. Her exact words were, "I can't promise you everything will be okay, but it will get better." I can even remember the sound of her voice when she told me that, but as time went on, her voice has been fading away from me.

Memories stayed

Voices faded away

What's left?

A body with no limbs inside, hollow eyes, and a heart that died

The thought of my mother struck a poem inside of my head. I scramble around for my wornout leather notebook on my messy desk, not wanting to forget the poem. I find it and quickly write down my poem where the others are stored. I then set it back in its hiding spot and flop onto my bed, face first. With a loud sigh, I figure I might as well get a head start in packing my bags.

After a few hours of shuffling around my room, I finally come running down the stairs with a duffle bag on each of my shoulders. One for my clothes and the other for personal belongings.

"I don't know when we're moving, but I got a head start in packing." I tell Aunt Mae as I set my bags down by my side.

"I'd say that's more then a head start," she eyes my bags. "Also, how'd you know we're leaving in four days?" she asks.

"We're leaving in four days?" I ask, my voice slightly raising. She was about to protest, but I beat her to it. "I'm glad we're moving soon."

"You are?" Aunt Mae frowns.

I sigh, "Yeah, this place needs a rest from our issues."

"Okay" she says skeptically.

With a nod of my head, I leave to go to the living room. I rest my head back and pull the recliner out. I don't know when, but I soon slip into darkness.

A big loud thump awoke me from my dream. Whatever the thump was, I was grateful that it woke me up from my horrid dream.

I stand there shaking violently. I peak slightly through the cracks in the closet and cringe when his fist makes contact with her already busted lip. I scream in protest, but they are shushed by her screams. 'I'm helpless' I thought to myself. I bang on the closet door till my knuckles bruise. I could feel myself slipping away. I sink to the ground with a slight thud and begin to have trouble breathing. "Not again," I whimper, this hasn't happen in a while. I couldn't breathe as I was choking on my own saliva and tears, as my vision blurrs. I even taste a hint of metallic in there. I wheeze in and out, wishing for my inhaler to be with me, but what I wish more was for the commotion on the other side of the door to stop. I shake, I cry, I scream, I choke, I was dying, but no one seems to notice. I was invisible...the last thought that ran through my mind before I was gone was 'at least I know I won't die alone today.'