Grow up and Be Kids

{Chapter Three: Say all that you have to say}

I sigh heavily once I'm back at the house, I stomp out my cigarete into the ground and walk into the house. 

"Mom?" I call out softly and step over a broken bottle. 

I walk down the hall and look at the door that's stained 

with who knows what.  

I open the door slightly and peek in, I see Mom asleep on her bed, she's clutching a small knife and her phone. I take them out of her hand and she flinches a bit, I put them on the 

night stand by her bed. 

I quietly go out and shut the door. 

"better tidy up while she's asleep," I say to no one.  

I pick up the broom and start sweeping up and throwing bits 

and pieces of trash, along with whatever else is on the floor. 

after a while I sigh and carefullly   dust off the picture of my family when dad was still here, 

I wish we could've stayed happy like we were. we weren't perfect, but we were always a family. 

I go into my room, ignore the notificatications on my iPod and phone and push them off the bed. I lay flat on my back and take out my lighter, flashing the fire on and off. 

Fire and people go hand in hand, but fire admits it's destruction. People aren't that truthful, they'll burn you and go out. 

I shut my eyes and imagine my dad's face and hands, the way he hugged me and made me feel safe. Nothing makes me feel safe, I never think about my feeling though. If I always did 

I would be soft. I have to be strong, I can't be soft.  I only need to understand what's happening. I can be strong without being strong. 

I need to stop even thinking, this'll just hurt me anyways. 

I pick up my phone from the ground and go to sit on the window seal, I look at it and I've got a text, 'From: Lou ;) :) Msg: Heyyy. are u still coming to the bus to hang with us tomorrow?' 

He must've put himself in my phone, and that must be what I agreed to. 'Oh yeah, sure.  What time?' I reply, well, that works. He litterally replies within the minute, 'YES! :DD 8:00 tomorra morning. see ya laterr.'  

Wow, this kid is such a dork.  I do admit, I wouldn't mind hanging out over there. 

All of them are pretty cool for a boy band. I get up and lie back down on my bed, I need out of this house as much as possible anways. 

I shut my eyes and think of  tomorrow, seeing whatever goes on there. 

I try to recall all of their names: Louis, I don't think I can for get him. Neil and  Zayn, I think..? 

I don't even care right now though. 

I look at the time, 11pm, time goes by too fast. I sigh and take out about four meletonin and chew them. I turn out the light and close my eyes. 

my heart beats faster though, and I turn on my side, I let out a few tears. 

I don't know why this happens, I wish I did. 

After a while the tears stop, and I finally get to sleep. 

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I see dad, he's looking at a picture of him and mom.  

 the plane starts to go down, people scream. 

some start crying hysterically. 

I scream and start crying to, 

then I wake up and nearly fall from my bed. 

I roll over and look at the clock, 7am. 

 I sigh and run my hand through my hair. 

I hate nightmares. 

I go into the restroom and brush out my hair, and wash off my face. 

after I have my makeup on I pull on a black beanie, a tank top, some skinny jeans along with a pair of old converse.  "Well, it works," I sigh to myself and pick up my phone and iPod, putting them into my pocket. 

I climb out the window and start walking. off to hang out with a boy band, this should be interesting.  

[ Authors note: Helloooooo, people whom read my fan fic.  

 I think I'll just call you all kids, because the title. 

   AYE CHILDREN, aha. so, not a lot of people read this. 

  and I understand that because the first two chapters were short 

  and dragged quite a bit. So, I was wandering if you guys could advertise a bit for me if you want? maybe? Pwease?  Also,  I'm really sorry if this chapter was boring, I haven't written anything since last summer.  Please continue reading though, because I promise I'll try and

make it better. Peacee. ]