When we got to my house after shopping I felt like my energy came back to me. I don't know what happened when I went shopping with Justin. He lifted all the furniture into his truck once I bought it. My theme color is a teal/light blue color. So I bought some furniture with the color black in it.
Justin believed that I needed curtains in my bedroom so no pervs could check me out. Trust me we had a long conversation about that. And when I mean conversation it was mostly him talking and I was listening. "Kyndall are you even listening to me?"
I turned around and saw Justin with his arms crossed and pouting like a little kid. "I'm not sure if I was or wasn't." We both starting laughing. We would start unloading the car after I change into some comfortable clothes. That way I wouldn't care if I got them dirty. It was a big t-shirt that I have no clue where I got it and some jean shorts. So if paint got on them I would really care. Walking back down stairs I noticed that Justin was staring at me. He was staring at my legs so it made me look down at them and I saw what he was staring at. It's the place where Jake shot me. There was a huge scar on my leg because I had to go through surgery to take the bullet out. I totally forgot that I had that scar. "I'm going to go back upstairs to ch-"
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare. You don't have to change if you don't want to."
"Let's just forget about what just happened and get started working." I said walking towards him with a smile. He went outside and unloaded his truck. While was getting the paint ready so I could start painting. I picked up a paint brush and started painting my room. My room was going to be a grey room so I could show my emotions on. There's nothing else I need to show in my room. Just my feelings that are nothing to me anymore. Keeping my room grey is the best decision for me. When I lived by myself I learned stuff that a girl my age wouldn't even care about but living alone made me learn. I learned about tools to fix the house and a bunch of other stuff. Most teenage girls wouldn't even dream about learning about that stuff but this girl grew up a lot quicker than most girls would.
Painting the walls in my bedroom is fun. I was listening to music and dancing to it. I swear I get things done a lot more quicker when I listen to music. I already got two walls done in my bedroom. Justin is still downstairs unloading his truck i believe. He said once he is done he would come up here and help me finish painting my room. And then after we would place furniture into it. Well I finished two walls maybe I should take a break and place this mattress into another room so the room is completely empty. The mattress is heavier than I thought. It about fell over on me until a pair of hands stopped it before it fell on top of me. I looked over to see who it was and I just laughed because it was Justin. He looked at me with a confused expression like why was I laughing. I just shook my head and pick my hands on the mattress and pushed it up. "Can we put this in another room. That way this room is completely empty." He nodded his head and we put the mattress in another room. I walked back into my room and continued painting.
I heard my bedroom door open and saw Justin walking in with some furniture. I pointed to where it should go. He would continue to do this while I was painting. Once I finish painting I moved the furniture Justin had already brought into the room to where they would go. It didn't take long until Justin came in with the last piece of furniture. Then he helped moved the furniture in the room into their places. In about a half of hour we were finished with my room. I told Justin to leave and come back tomorrow so we could get some more stuff down. I had one last box to put in my room and unpack. I looked like picture frames, thank god I don't have many memories with people so I didn't have many frames. It looked like there were only three frames in the box. Well let's just get this over with so I can go to bed. I took the final farms out of the box and immediately dropped it. I never wanted to see his face ever again. But it had to show up in a picture frame. I have cried to many days and nights over him. With tears that had fallen from eyes. Tears that I would never get back. Wasted to many nights crying myself to sleep because of him. Not anymore, I will put his picture of him in my desk. That way it can be a constant reminder of what my life used to be and to never go back. I sat down In a chair by my desk and put my head in my hands. Disappointed of how the memories of Tristen keep coming back into my mind. No this would not happen not now. I took out a piece of paper and pen and began to write:
