The Year I Let Go

chapter 2: Another one down

Recap:

My masterpiece is finished!" She said mocking an announcers voice. I opened my eyes one at a time looking in the mirror.... "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU...

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!" My hair is pink. My hair is pink. MY HAIR IS PINK! "OH! I almost forgot the last finishing touch!" next thing you know you hear a switch flip and a buzzing sound. swipe! there goes a chunk of my hair. This girl is going down!!!! " WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?? I screamed chasing after her. She ran down to the kitchen. she was on one side of the island counter, I was on the other. I chased her around like a puppy going after it's own tail - never being able to catch it- "I CANT BELIEVE YOU DID THIS TO ME!" My yelling caught her off guard allowing me to catch her and tackle her to the ground. I held her in a tight-ish choke, " Skye c'mon I'm your best friend." She rasped due to the choke. Finally she tapped out. I got up off of her. "you'll get over it." Alice said getting up off the kitchen floor, brushing herself off.

I went up to the third floor which contained the home theater and the games room / mini bar. i went into the home theater and turned on the apple t.v , flopping down into my purple bean-bag. i clicked on the Netflix icon and continued to look if anything interesting had been added. Nothing. Ifinally resorted to LOL. I looked at the ends of my hair. I had to admit , it wasn't a horrible pink. It was a light pastel kinda pink. It suited my skin fine so I didn't look like a hoe out of a dumpster then attacked by an street cat. I touched the shaved part. It will grow back.

I began to doze off when I got a text. I pulled out my yellow iphone 5c, swiping the lock screen. The text was from Alice.

"You'll get over it ;), I'm heading home there's pancakes in the microwave that I made for you loves ya ~ A" oh she's good. Pancakes are my kryptonite.

I got tuned off all the systems and went to go get my pancakes. He doorbell rang so I ran down the stairs. O looked threw the peek hole thingy feeling like a spy , only too see a woman with brittle dark hair and looked to be 45. I opened the door wide with a smile on my face " hello, may I help you?" I questioned in a polite manner. " Yes," she answered " I'm looking for Skye Arroura Jameson." she replied in a perky tone. Why would some woman be looking for me? What did I do?

"I'm her..." I replied hesitantly. " Oh sweetheart your in no trouble, it's just......may I come in?" I was still processing what was happening, but I opened the door wider and she entered. she had a dark brown leather brief case with her that I hadn't notice before.

I sat down on the beige sofa and she sat on the on the love seat across from me. putting the brief case on the coffee table that divided her side from mine, she opened it, taking out a small stack of papers. " There has been an unfortunate event." she stated. " your mother has been on a horrible plane crash." she paused. " she was one of the many people who have not survived."

In that moment, I broke. the tears pored from my eyes. I clutched the choirs cushion in my fist. this can't be happening. both of my parents gone! I sobbed for at least an hour before the lady got up and made a phone call. I settled down a little bit. "she's lying to me." I thought to myself. 'who put her up to this sick joke?' "YOUR LYING!" I shouted in her direction. she's not dead. she's not dead. she's going to come home early this morning like she said. this isn't real. I'm just dreaming. I'm going to wake up. all of this rushed threw my mind at once like a whirl wind of confusion and disbelief.

The door opened and my brother rushed in. Wrapping his arms around me, sobbing. the woman wrote a note and also had tears in her eyes. she left the small stack of papers on the coffee table and left shooting me a guilty smile, then closing the door behinds her.

For the first time in a long time, I cried myself to sleep, still wrapped in Joseph's arms

The bloody murder screams were continuous through out the night and I hadn't gotten any sleep. But how could I? How am I possibly going to carry on in life when the near last person I cared about was ripped away from me? I only have my brother left he won't and shouldn't take care of me. He needs to live his life. Move in with his girlfriend, get married, have kids. I'm just going to be nothing but a drag to him. I should just end it. Die. So no one has to put up with me. 'Im too broken for anyone to love.

I let go of Joseph and darted up to my mothers room. As I whipped open the door , her smell hit my like a ton of bricks and I closed the door, put my back to it and slid down, hugging my knees into my chest and let the tears flow freely. The sobs broke through my rapid breathing. I crawled to her bed side table and opened the drawer, pulling out a crafting exsacto knife and the first piece of fabric I found which was a beautiful white lace. I held them both in my hand tightly like my life depended on it. like it would bring her back.

I put my knees back into my chest and flipped the switch up on the crafting knife, exposing the razor sharp blade. I pushed the blade into my skin, dragging in to the side. I watched as the blood bloomed from my arm until it spilled over the edge, landing on the fabric. A sense of relief and satisfaction ran through me. I moved the blade down then pushed, dragging it across again, watching the blood bloom. Again. Again. Again, and again, and again, until the door flew open revealing a crying, worried, Joseph.

he kneeled down beside me, taking the blade away. He then placed the fabric over my sliced up wrist trying to catch the blood. He wrapped me up in his arms. "I just want to go!" I nearly shouted. "I just want to be with her" I nearly whispered. He held me tighter "Shh. Shh. Shh" He cooed, trying to calm me down. That's when I blacked out.

I woke up in a light filled room. 'Good, maybe i'm dead' I thought to myself. Sadly I was not. I realized I was in hospital room just by the smell. Hand sanitizer and....blood? I looked at my arm which was wrapped up a gauze with a small tube coming out the top. I followed it up and saw it was hooked to a bag of clear liquid. I.V. I figured. I pulled it off. it hit the floor and the liquid that was supposed to be flowing through my veins.

I got up, peeling the blankets off of me, receiving a pile of flesh and bones in a hospital gown. I attempted to walk bit then my world was turned upside down.

Dizziness over took me and nauseation flees through me. 'I need to get out' I thought to my self. I stubbled grouch the hall ways. My vision became doubled and blurry.

I heard faint voices, as if in the background. then it all came to a halt. a little girl who looked to be about 6,with dirty blonde hair came skipping around the corner. she jumped through the red rope then stopped when she saw me. she looked shyly to her feet then back up at me. "your not the same anymore"she spoke. but it wasn't a little girls voice. it was mine.

I tried to touch her, but my hand swept right through her like she was made of air.

Shouting voices filled my ears and before I could register what was happening I was being lifted into the air. I was placed on a stretcher and wheeled away.

The little girl held the rope in one hand then walked towards a man. she handed him the red skipping rope then disappeared into thin air. the little girl was me. that man was my father. that's was the night he committed suicide.

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><> So what do u think so far?? should I continue writing? I'm having some doubts on weather I like it or not so let me know if u want me to continue!!

For now my Beautiful Creatures (ps she was hallucinating for anyone who didn't get that)

~Emmy.