A Free Life

Chapter 14

Rebecca

Rebecca stared at the letter in her hands; she had no idea if it was a good explanation. A letter for both of them. A reason. A reason why she was leaving. A fully true one.

"Rebecca! Dinner!" Her mother called from the kitchen. Rebecca shoved the letter in her drawer and walked slowly down the stair. When she reached the dimly lit kitchen, her mother and father were already sitting down.

The chair squeaked on the wooden floor as she pulled it out from the table. As she sat down, Rebecca noticed a mound of pasta in the center of the table. Two sauces were in bowls next to it.

"So Rebecca how was your day?" her father questioned as he shoved a fork full of pasta in his mouth.

Rebecca thought back to what had happened that day. Nothing was really interesting. She pretended to have cereal for breakfast, then went to school. After school she came home. Rebecca shrugged as she put some pasta on her plate. There was no point in eating it anymore.

"I love those feathers in your hair Rebecca." her mother commented. Rebecca ignored the comment that was only made to start a conversation."You know, I remember the day two years ago you came home with your hair cut." Her mother's voice cracked in the middle of the sentence.

Rebecca clenched her fists. She remembered the day too. "May I be excused?" Rebecca politely asked as she stood up. Her mother looked down at her plate and nodded. After Rebecca had put her plate away, she ran up to her room. Rebecca felt like something was eating away at her mind.

The memory of that day was still destroying her. The voice in her head telling her she was useless was relentless. Repeating over and over, "You can only hurt others."

"Why can't I cry anymore? Why can't I cry?" Rebecca slid down the wall and landed on her back. "I feel empty. I feel like a black hole has taken everything away." Rebecca felt all the muscles in her body tense up, and then nothing was left. She was an empty husk of a person, staring at a ceiling,

Slowly she reached her hand to the sky, and whispered, "I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. Those are the words I repeat everyday. Those are the words that are asking for help, but no one can see it that way."

Rebecca reached for her Blue phone and clicked his name. The phone rang a few long times before he picked up. "Hey." His voice was deep in the phone. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I just needed someone." Rebecca felt a tear roll down her cheek, he was always there for her. Right?

"Well I'm here, tell me what's up." Rebecca could feel her heart lighten just a bit as she spoke to him. Was talking really the only way? She didn't know, but for now it worked. It was just enough to make her feel a little.

May 6th, 2015