Walking Straight

Chapter 2

Hi all! Or whoever's reading this :D okay so my last story was  a HOT MESS so i deleted it. But I changed the stroy line up a little. I will put up the cast in a little so make sure to read the author's notes. 

Songs for this chapter: All of Me: John Legend

                                           Holding on to You: 21 Pilots

                                           Car Radio: 21 Pilots

                                          Guns For hands:21 Pilots

Mom's minivan bumped along the dirt road, carrying me farther and farther away from Denver, and closer to Steamboat Springs. We were moving, yet again for the 8th time. I promised myself that I wouldn't get close to nayone this time. I got too close to Brooklyn and now look at me. I went to swipe a tear off my cheek, but my hand came back completely dry. I guess I cried myself out. 

We arrived in Steamboat a few hours later at a small house on a nearly vacant street. There were four other houses and a wide stream nearby. My mother and i said nothing to each other, avoiding the conversation that was soon to come. In my new room, I sat on the top of the bunk bed that was missing the lower bunk and called Brooklyn. She rarely answered her cell anymore, she was always at the hospital. The cancer was growing inside of her by the minute and she had now accepted that she was going to die soon. My stomach wrenched at the thought, but then calmed. I would be gone by then. Nothing mattered anymore.

Brooklyn had answered the call, but her voice sounded pained. She didn't want to make me worry by telling me how bad she was hurting, but I already knew. No one had to tell me. We spoke for an hour until she fell asleep on me and her mother took the phone. Her mother also sounded tired. I wished their family well and went back to my holed up silence. I traced the faint symetrical lines on my wrists, wishiing for the pain to come back. I just wanted to know I could feel pain, I didn't like the numbness that came from not cutting. I wanted to make sure I could still feel, even if it was physical pain. Maybe that's why people cut? All I knew was that's why I did it. Escape the numbness.