Survival

Survival: Chapter Seven

Survival

• Chapter Seven: •

At the park, we sat on a bench, side to side. It was dark; it was cold but I ignored it. The only thing I wasn't ignoring was Emma. The park was empty, Everyone left. It was just us, alone. The moment was just right, and I'm felt comfortable to talk.

Here it goes.

"When I was eight my family died. Mom, Dad, Luke, and Hayley were in the car, on their way to pick me up from school. That day we were going to go camping because that's what I wanted," I said. The only one who truly knows My Story is Sammy. And now Emma will know too. "That day no one ever arrived at school to pick me up because my parents, my brother, and sister were gone, they were dead."

A tear started to escape from my eye, and I didn't care if my emotional crap was going to make Emma think I was a wuss.

"It's okay. Let it all out," she said. She didn't pity me.

"From then my life changed to shit. I never grew up ever again. Death changed me," I said. "After the funeral, I ended up in a foster home because my other family members didn't want me. It took me years of therapy, visiting psychiatrists, crying myself to sleep, until I recovered a bit. But I came out a completely different person. I was unrecognizable, even I didn't know who I was. I turned into someone who only caused trouble. I was kicked out of many schools, moved into different foster homes. No one wanted me, especially me."

"I don't know if you want my pity, but I'm sorry," she exclaimed.

"To this day, I wonder if I was the reason they died," I told her." Did they die because of me, because they were on their way to get me because I wanted to go fucking camping? Was it me? Was it me?" I almost shouted. Now with tears falling like a waterfall. Emma must think I'm a freak, maybe even call the cops on me for smuggling food and or being too much of a wuss. And out of nowhere, she hugged me. A warm, sincere hug. She pressed into me with such tight, but yet gentle force.

"I know what you mean," she said. "My Dad walked out of my life when I was seven, left me and my mom to figure out life by ourselves. My Dad was my favorite person until that day. Now I wish he was here so I can spit in his face, and cuss at him, and more importantly, ask him why he left us without telling us why."

I think Emma is about to cry too. And I returned the favor back. I hug her back. And I hold her for a long moment, and I think of how I would never trust anyone else, except Sam. But now I have two people in my Trust List.

Even the bad memories couldn't push the thought that I was with a girl. A girl who didn't see me as a loser or worthless. Emma sees me as something else, and I am too.