Insanity is the Only Path to Happiness

Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End

No matter how hard I tried, I just could not convince my parents that moving was the worst possible option. I had tried the guilt trip, the countless excuses and even the sad social life excuse of how I didn't have many friends. Nothing seemed to work, and I slowly grew accustomed to the fact that Connecticut would no longer be my home.

"Look on the bright side." My parents stated. "At least you can say you live in Delta, Wisconsin."

Yeah, right.

On the day of the move, I woke up with sweat covering my forehead and even the back of my neck. Nightmares. I have had them ever since I was a little kid, but instead of the classic monsters, I dreamed of love.

There was always me and some guy. He always looked different, but his eyes remained the same: full of love and fear. I never could understand the fear, but always as he tried to say something, I wake up and heard an agonizing scream, almost as if something just killed them.

But, I didn't have time to dwell on my newest addition to my collection of horrors, it was time to pack and I was in charge of three older siblings. I was in charge because they couldn't pack due to a traumatic experience with a car involving quite a few brain injuries and a long stay in the hospital. I didn't mind, though. It was better than having to deal with my older sister, Lydia.

If the devil had gotten a body, she would be his evil twin sister. Reasons why include the fact that she likes country music, she is popular off of the misery of others and she had a huge problem with me. The only thing I know is that she has stated to my face that I was a hypocritical brat and that I should just kill myself because no one cares about me.

At one point, I actually thought I was going to. Things had gotten hard, and no one was acting like they cared. There was a lovely cliff near our home in Connecticut that was referred to as Ragged Mountain that was quite suitable for my purposes. But, as I was debating in my head, a flower caught my attention. It was strange and actually quite haunting, but it got me to think. If flowers are admired for their strange beauty, then why couldn't I be? All I had to do was find people who appreciated my quirks and non-sequitur moments.

But, that doesn't matter. As of right now, I had folded all of Natalya's clothing in a pile for her to carry into the box. She was easily the least affected by the accident, however there were still functions she could not perform that I actually did not mind doing. And then, it was the twins turn.

Declan and Asher were decent at being independent, but couldn't really see what was going on if it was something to do with an enclosed space. Their duffel bags puzzled them, and it was my job merely to show them how to pack their clothes and toiletries inside. After working with them for almost half an hour, it finally clicked with them and they managed to get through a stack by themselves.

Luckily, because they were almost done anyway, I was then free to finish packing my own stuff. After digging out my old basketball bags, I set off on the daunting task that was my room. After 2 out of 5 were filled with clothes, I finally finished with that aspect of moving. Then, toiletries took up another bag. After I had made sure all essentials were packed, the last two became placeholders to my posters, CDs, books and assorted knickknacks.

Lugging my stuff down, I set it down on the curb besides the truck and began to talk to some of the guys out there who were loading the trucks. After noting which bags were filled with the fragile items, the guys promised they would set the truck up in a way that ensured safety for my crap.

Then, the first problem of the day showed up.

"Oh Cynthia!"

I rolled my eyes at her. "What do you want, Lydia?"