Mending Rosaline| slow updates

♛ 02 ♛

When the fortnight passed and we had loaded up the car, I didn't want to leave our family home. It held too many memories, like our Christmases, when my dad always got the wrong sized tree which meant that he couldn't fit it through the doorway, and eventually when he had shoved it through, it couldn't stand tall, in all its glory. He always ended up cutting the top off making the tree look wonky. In turn, my mom would shout at him

Though it would be resolved by the time Christmas Eve came round, I still despised it.

So now, as I sit in my room on the cold, unfurnished wooden floor, thinking of as many memories almost as if I would lose them the second I departed America.

There were some I wanted to forget, like the terrible therapy sessions, in these, it was like I was the therapist and Amanda was my patient, complaining about her lack of a love life, surprisingly it was totally unhelpful to my PTSD. But there were ones I didn't want to forget like the first time I talked to Sam or Eleanor. Those would be my favourite memories.

"Li, we're going soon!" My mom yelled from downstairs.

"Coming!" I shouted back mournfully, taking one last scan over my room and clicking the door shut behind me. 

I ran down the stairs I had once fell down and broken my arm, after one of my evil cousins had pushed me down when I had called her ugly. Though of course, when she gave her innocent eyes everyone blamed it on me, I mean, who would tumble down the stairs purposely?

That's how evil they were.

I sat in the car plugging my earphones in observing silently as my father locked the door to our house and handed the keys to our estate agent with sadness clouding his eyes.

As soon as we had passed our towns sign, I slept for the whole journey, waking up at four in the morning didn't agree well with my body, jet lag and tiredness were a big no no.

I roused when we had entered our new town, it wasn't much of a town, more like a small village. It had a few shops and a café, surrounded by about two hundred houses. Beyond the houses was farmlands and fields as far as the eye could see, though I couldn't see well considering there was a thick blanket of fog over the moors.

The first thing I felt when I stepped out of the car was the bitter wind which sent my hair flying in all directions. I took in the new house, it was bigger than the last house, complete with a long lawn bordered by various sized plant pots owner flowing with flowers and vines, making the garden look overgrown and wild. I guess the previous owner had been a keen gardener.

Or not, considering the messy state of the garden. I twirled around looking at the street in front of me, we were on a tall hill, leading to the valley where the few shops and cafés were placed.

Looking the other direction, I saw a tall church complete with a sharp steeple, it's stain glass windows were twinkling in the afternoon sunshine. Figures were milling around in the church, creating dark shadows against the multicoloured glass. I saw people pouring out of the church, returning to their businesses after a mass at church.

We struggled to pull all the suitcases and bags into the porch of the house, I stood on the threshold of the house staring through the open door and at the new house, it was different from what I had expected to say the least, from the outside it was like a converted barn, inside it was modern with polished floors and open plan rooms.

The suitcase I was dragging along was like a dead weight.

Like Sam and Eleanor.

These were also the reasons why I had therapy, to get rid of the dark, depressing thoughts I had coursing through my brain. It was working for a while until they enrolled me in group therapy. Needless to say, it wasn't anything like The Fault in Our Stars, I didn't have an Augustus Waters to my Hazel Grace.

I wandered through the empty house towards my parents whilst trolleying the oversized luggage trailed behind me like a small child.

"So, where's my room?" I questioned.

"Upstairs to the left and then turn right. It's next to a bathroom." My mom answered.

Lugged my suitcase up the wooden stairs, making loud banging noises as it hit each step. I turned left and was faced with a lengthy corridor ahead of me. This is much bigger than the old house.

This house had multiple bedrooms whereas the old house had three, two of which were occupied and one for guests staying the night.

I turned right at the end and saw a set of stairs, I assumed this was my bedroom. Another set of stairs to climb. I could barely handle one staircase let alone two. Seems like I'll be getting a lot of exercise.

Eventually I climbed the steep Mount Everest like stairs and arrived up at my room. It was big with a slanted ceiling, a door open to a bathroom, my own ensuite!

"Li!" My father shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

"Yes?"

"That's not your room." He said pitying me at my sudden facial expression change.

"Your room is this one, Li." He said attempting to sound kind and sympathetic but failing miserably.

"But this room is so small." I said looking at the blank walls of my new room.

"We're going to make changes to the house anyways, maybe it'll end up being bigger. But it won't matter because you won't be here" He whispered the last part to himself though I could hear it perfectly.

"Are you changing anything else?"

"Probably the front yard, or the bad excuse for one." He answered, laughing at our overgrown garden.

"We need to discuss your new school."

"Where is it?"

"Southern England."

"No specifications?"

"Wait until mom gets back." He replied without a hint of emotion.

Speak of the devil, just as my dad said that, mom opened the front door, her arms laden with green shopping bags of which were brimming with food and necessities.

"Have you told her about school yet?" She asked almost immediately.

"I'll tell her when we've finished putting the food away."

"Tell me what?" I inquired after storing the last can of soup in a cupboard.

"The school you're going to isn't nearby." My mom said quietly as if not to upset me.

"Where is it then, I already know it's in the the south."

"Canterbury." My dad quietly said.

"Where?"

"Canterbury, near London. Li, you're going to be far away from us." My mom said whilst sniffling.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why can't I go to the same school as Finn and Charlotte?" At this point I didn't care if I was with Finn and Charlotte, just as long as I was near my parents.

"Li, we're so sorry." My mom said mournfully.

"How are you paying for a boarding school?" I asked hysterically.

"We sent off some of your artwork, applied you for a scholarship." My dad said awkwardly whilst scratching the back of his neck.

"That work is private! What's wrong with going to the local school?" The local school was tiny.

"I don't know, you need a good education!" My mom shouted more as a question than an answer.

"I get it now— you just want to send your broken child away." I said sniffling slightly.

"Li, wait!"

I'm trying to make my paragraphs longer but I don't have much time to do so, also please tell me if there are any mistakes and don't forget to vote.

It would help a lot considering I have zero votes!

Ciara xx