Show Me The Brightside, The Light

Chapter 1

*Narrative POV*

There once was a girl who fought the world. She was different than others. She wasn’t as happy as others and had a story to tell but chose not to tell but kept her lips sealed. This girl didn’t go to parties or have a group of friends. No one knew. While others complained about the simplest of things she would simply go through whatever it was and found the best in it. But there was one thing she just couldn’t find the best in. And that was locked up in her story. It’s sad how those looked upon her as nothing but some freak just because she didn’t talk to others. But this girl never complained, she would walk through the hallways like nothing was bothering her although it built up inside her and one day, just one day, she will be so desperate to talk she will scream at the sky like it would make a difference. Although it did. All of this emotions and her traumatized past will catch up to her. She was only delaying the inevitable.

The truth is, she was scared. Her life was a sunken ship in the Bermuda Triangle that needed to be discovered. This girl’s name is Annabelle Evans. With the small height of five feet four inches, she did not make a big impression. Her hair was a silky brown that reached her back midway and her eyes were two rare blue diamonds. Her skin was pale and her personality seemed to match her appearance. She was quiet yet somehow bold, holds a story but isn’t obvious about it, and is intriguing yet no one can get a word from her. Sitting alone at the lunch table and reading was normal for her. Being alone on her birthday was normal. Being alone on Christmas was normal. Being alone was normal. Annabelle had her own apartment, being she was eighteen she was a legal adult. She was on her last year of high school and couldn’t wait to escape it, who could blame her when she has a past and is being tormented. Graduation is close but seems like it is never going to come fast enough for her, but Annabelle sticks through it.

Annabelle is home and is laying in her bed, in her room.

*Annabelle’s POV*

As I lay down in my bed, I think about everything in my life. All of the mishaps, the pain, the losses, the crying, everything. I feel a tear roll down my cheek. Tomorrow will make it five years since that night took place. I will never forgive him. My happiness was taken away all to soon, it was ripped from my hands. I look at the clock and see it already eleven in the night so I try and force myself to sleep. Although it doesn’t seem to be working. I think I will take a small walk down to the café and try to clear my mind so I can get some rest. I get my jacket, boots, phone, and gloves. On my way down I see the check in lady and the security guards, I chose to live in the safest place for a reason. When walking there was a loud noise that came from not far behind me. It was alarming, there was now yelling. I sped up into a run to the café that wasn’t far up, whoever that was meeting them would not be a good thing.

At the café, there was an old lady and her husband that owned the shop, she was working and I was surprised to see a few people there. I guess they couldn’t sleep either, most were reading and a couple of them had a laptops typing away. All I did was sit down and try to relax, it was always relaxing here for some reason. They old lady greeted me, I came here often but only smiled in response. I guess she kind of figured I wasn’t one for talking. I unlocked my phone and scrolled through my stored photos. I smiled in memory of those precious people, I felt my eyes swell up but I did not allow myself to cry or mope. I cannot keep doing this all the time, I decided it was best that I go back to my apartment and sleep. My mind was elsewhere and my feet carried me to the, oh so, familiar sidewalk leading to the building. I wasn’t aware of anything at the moment but as soon as I heard shouting from somewhere behind me I scurried inside the building to the safety.

Once I was up I made sure to lock the door and lock the windows even though I am on the sixth floor. My shoes were placed by the side of the doorway and my jacket was slipped off and I was soon in my comfortable, warm bed. With the heat radiating through the sheets and me, I felt a comfort and drifted off to sleep. Sweet, sweet dreams. Where only the good thoughts came, but I was wrong when a nightmare took place. It was an all too familiar scene. The sirens, the lights, the blood, the people. It felt so real, like I was actually there. I woke up sweating with tears running down my cheeks.

Why does this happen to me? When will it end? Why doesn’t this end? I have always been having these same exact nightmares ever since the incident years ago. And I am absolutely terrified each time it occurs. A simple nap will trigger this horrific nightmare. I hate reliving this over and over again. There is no bright side. I see no light. It’s just pure terror and there is no closure for me. This is something that will haunt me for the rest of my life. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep on my own force, I got up and went to the kitchen for the NightQuil for sleep. With a spoonful of the familiar taste, I went to sleep in the matter of minutes.

** Two Months Later**

I woke up to the sound of my alarm signaling that it was time to wake up and start my routine for school. I brushed my teeth, took a nice hot shower, changed into my outfit and grabbed my bag. Today I decided to wear a floral sweater that's cream and light pink, jeans, and brown boots. I went to the café as usual, grabbed a coffee and a muffin and was on my way to school.

When I finally reached the familiar grounds of high school. I noticed there was a crowd of people at the entrance doors to the school. There was a lot of yelling and shouting. Naturally I would avoid things like this but that was the only entrance and I don't want to be late. The side doors aren't open this early so I walk up to the crowd and try to go through. I caught a glimpse of what the crowd was about and it was a fight. My pace quickened and  now I was trying to push through. No one would move, they were busy cheering on and I was still a good way from the door. I huffed and gave up. I just hope that a teacher comes and breaks up whoever is fighting. And luckily the principle comes out with a couple security guards to break up the fight.

Everyone scatters into the building trying not to get caught. The people who were in the fight were two guys. One was tall, dark curly hair, and green eyes. The other was shorter, blonde hair, and brown eyes. There were bruises visible on the shorter one but I don't see anything on the taller one. Guess we know who won. I quietly made my way into the door trying to reach to class on time. But I was late and was told to wait in the hallway till further notice. The tall, dark curly haired boy from the fight passed in the hallway with a security guard by his side. They went in the Principle's office down the hall.

"Annabelle you may now come in. Your not one for being late so you will not get detention." Ms. Thomas says.

She is my English teacher and is very nice with me, well I do all of the work and don't make trouble so I guess she would be nice. I nod and take my seat. Time to read Romeo and Juliet, chapter ten now. But I read a head since I love this story, I am actually on chapter thirty.

The rest of the day goes on by and I am now walking home from school. I past the café and head down the street to my apartment. I am too caught up in the book I am reading while walking to see someone walking too and we both collide. I fall to the ground with a thump and open my eyes, all I see are green orbs staring back at me. I'm in a trance I don't really notice he got up. He offered me a hand and I took it. When I got a look at this boy who knocked me down, I regret taking his hand.

"Sorry there love, didn't see you." Green eyes says with a smile.

I simply nod and start walking away to my apartment. I look back quickly and see he is standing watching me leave.

"You've got a lovely pair of legs there." He shouts with a smirk.

I mentally cringe at the comment. He just fought a guy and he doesn't have any detention or something? Well, I know who not to pass in the hallways or anything now. I run up my stairs as if Green eyes is walking behind me and I close the door shut and let out a huff. I put my bag down and decided to try and forget about what just happened.

Right now I am just looking through the stacks of books I have laid out on the coffee table. There are so many, and I have read them all. Lately I have been thinking about possibly getting therapy. Years ago I did go, but I stopped when I hit eighteen and was allowed to live on my own. But maybe it was time to go back, I still have the Doctor's number too. It's been on my mind lately. I have been trying not cry every time I get home but I need some sort of help. This is hard on my own. I don't have a family for support, no friends, nothing, no one. Without realizing I'm calling Dr. Roberts.

"Hello this is Dr. Roberts speaking." The voice says. But I hang up. How am I supposed to talk on the phone if I don't care to talk at all. I am now trying to better myself so I will no matter what go tomorrow for an appointment scheduled or whatever I have to do. I have to believe in myself, I need to do this.