Our Tears In The Snow

Chapter 1 : The Invite

My head dropped against the hard freezing glass that was my bus window. I stared out at the flurries falling from the grey sky and tried to think about other things than what had happened the night before. I couldn't believe my Aunt at this point. She had taken it too far this time. A tear was forming in my eye until I felt the seat beside me crease in and wiped the tear instantly out of habit. I turned to Violets vibrant smile and smiled in reply.

Violet has been my best friend - my only friend - since the first grade and I could usually always tell her things that have occurred at home, but lately, it just seems that were drifting apart. When I was six, maybe a month after I started first grade and met Violet, my mother had killed herself. My mother had a wonderful life! A loving husband, daughter, a big house, lots of money, but she also had bi-polar depression. At the age of six, I didn't understand it. Why my mother would kill herself? I had no clue how this affected her. Now I understand. I wish I didn't, but I do. I used to always think that there had to of been something my father could've done, that he hadn't tried his hardest from stopping her from pulling the trigger. But there wasn't any way that he could've because no matter what he did, she still would've pulled the trigger or jumped. She was standing on the edge of the roof of her work building. Denim Accounting. I watched it all happen. I watched her get body bagged, put in the ground, remembered, mourned. I was only in first grade and I was the only six year old with anxiety. Violet helped with that.

Then a year later my father left. I still have no clue where he is today, or if he is even alive. When he left, I was literally on suicide watch. Violet kept me from going over the edge though. It may be hard to believe that in second grade I could even have these thoughts. Well, I did. I thought about cutting, suicide, and running away. Violet was the one to keep me on my feet. Not anymore. Violet's in her own freaking world nowadays. I don't blame her. Years of paying attention to me and my problems. She's finally focusing on herself.

I went to lean on my window of solitude, row eight, in the three seater again until Violet grasped my attention.

"I saw you're blog last night," Violet broke the silence between us.

"What'd you think?" I asked.

"A little much too soon don't you think?" She commented.

"No," I defended. "Why?"

"I don't think you really should've mentioned any family issues Isabella," she replied. "I understand it's a blog, but you don't wanna be too personal. You're burden doesn't have to be anybody else's."

"Oh I didn't realize I was putting a burden on everybody else. I barley even mentioned my family. Maybe there were like four sentences involving them," I grumbled.

"Okay! I don't wanna fight!"

"Sorry, I had a pretty rough night with my Aunt. I didn't mean to get angry with you," I assured Violet.

"It's okay."

Violet then pulled out a book from her backpack and flipped to the bookmarked page. I stared into nothingness in disbelief. She really didn't care anymore. She hadn't even thanked me for my compliment of how great she was. I mean it wasn't all true, I did leave out the bitch part.  My mouth hung open for a few minutes until I felt the bus jerk. I was brought back down to reality. The sweet, sad, shitty reality. I loud sound of books and papers thrashing everywhere filled the bus.

Everyone stood and stared in wonder at the boy lying in the isle, covered in crumpled papers, opened books and book marks. It just happened to be the weirdest kid in school, Daniel Snowe. My heart began to sink as a million laughs and pointing fingers pilled on top of him. So what the kid has snake bites (the piercings), always kept a journal, was always alone, and took photos at random places like they were art. He was still a human being, no matter how weird and I couldn't stand seeing him being discriminated.