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For the next few days I found myself in the kitchen sitting by the home phone. Everyday I would find myself more desperate to hear his voice. All I've received is a telemarketer trying to sell me life insurance.
Before I left with the police, Billy gave me his number on a sheet of paper. Is it not sad that this is all I have of him? I feel like he wants nothing to do with me anymore now that he's home. Plus, he's probably surrounded by attractive girls that's known forever. He only learned I exist a few weeks ago.
Don't get me wrong, I don't blame him. His best friend is gone, and I'm sure he's trying to heal. Last time I checked, when terrorists take over your school you're not going to just move on quickly. It takes time to except what's happened and learn to continue on.
Although, there's this little part of me that wants him to call and ask me to help him through that. Is that selfish to ask? I know people need their space, but I just want to remind him that he's not alone. Knowing Billy, he's going to keep a chill attitude and act like it doesn't bother him.
Though, do I even know him? I've known him for such a short time he could be completely different than who I think he is. If only he'd call, then I could find out. Yet, I can't wait forever for him.
I am the reason both my parents are in jail. Yes, my dad signed my own death certificate. As well as ripping apart families, including our own. Through it all, my mom chose to aid him, because she really believed he cared for her. In my mind, she's just as bad as him. You'd think I would sad, but I can't lose someone who was never really there.
They chose their paths, now I'm choosing my own. I have the power to be who I want to be, instead of having it decided for me. Surely, I am going to make mistakes. Though, I am now aware that I can either learn from them or allow them to continue happening.
Apparently I have a brother. Now that I think of it, it sounds like a dramatic movie, but I do. My parents had Antonio while very young, long before they had me in their mid thirties. After turning eighteen, he got out as quick as he could. This made my parents mad, so they never really brought it up with me. After the police contacted him, Antonio agreed to be my guardian. He is always working and never found someone who was fine with not having kids. This means I get the whole place to myself during the day.
I'm in a point of my life where I want to be really quiet. Only in silence, I keep myself out of trouble and refrain from causing others to get hurt. I suppose you could say it's my specialty, and I'd defiantly agree.
After I gave up on a call from Billy, I decided it was time to invest my time into better things like school and making friends. Due to previous events, Regis is temporarily closed. For now, I am going to Port Regis. There they have a selection of both girls and boys, who's parents are loaded. Antonio started working full time so I could afford to go to a good school.
A/N: I'm back! The cast list for this story is up.
