Nothing Else Matters

Chapter 2

(So this chapters gonna suck. It's kind of a filler chapter. Please point out spelling mistakes or where something doesn't make sense so I can fix it!!)

I stand in the kitchen, pouring my cereal into my bowl. Lucky charms it is. It's what I have every morning. It's fucking awesome.

I sat down at the table with my cereal and phone, checking Twitter.

I scrolled through some rude things sent to me from Isabelle, but whatever, and all my usual Youtubers I watch.

"Motherfucker!!"

My head Immediately snapped up. Everything seemed so much more focused. My hearing, my eyesight, everything. Everything seemed so different.

"What the hell?" I whisper to myself.

My immediate reaction was to run outside. But you know the voice in the back of your head, telling you not to do something? Yet it's also screaming something you can't figure out?Yeah she decided to show up.

I ignored her anyways, and ran outside.

Two boys outside, one curled into a ball, the other is kicking him around. Poor kid.

I wanted to run and punch that douchebag straight in the face, but I couldn't. I couldn't interfere with something like this. I don't want to get hurt too.

'Where the hell is all of this courage coming from?' I thought it myself.

I slowly walked back towards the front door, I hadn't realized how far out I walked. Guess I just got lost in thought. I kept my eyes on them, to make sure they didn't follow me.

"Casey?! What's going on?!"

Fuck

Lyla.

The man in a yellow hoodie looks up and looks directly at Lyla, and then his eyes snap to mine, and we just stare at each other. I don't know if it was my mind tricking me, but I swear to god, his eyes turned fucking black.

'No, that's impossible. It's just your imagination, your mind is messing with you.'

"What's going on sissy?" Layla askes, grabbing my hand.

"F-faith?"

My attention snaps towards the voice, seeing it was the man in the hoodie. I've definitely heard his voice before, but where? Shit, where the fuck do I know him from and, how had he gotten towards us so fast?

I turned my head to look at him, my eyes are wide. No. Fucking. Way.

Lyla and I are shocked for a different reason. She's shocked cause he just talked, I'm shocked cause it's him.

He's back.

"It's me Faith, Don't you remember?"

"Sorry, I don't know you. And, who's Faith?" Lyla peers from her hiding spot behind my back.

"F-faith, please. You HAVE to remember me!"

"Mmmmmmm nope! Sorry."

"What have you done to her?" He asked, looking at me, tears filling his eyes.

I remembered. I remember the day we found her. We were walking around downtown, mom, dad and I. That's when we stumbled upon them. In an ally way. Sleeping on cardboard. The boy. He asked us to take the baby. Said he wanted her to have a chance. So we did. We never told her. We didn't want to have to answer questions we didn't know about. She was only three at the time. We took the older brother...what was his name.......Ryan! That's it! I remember mom and dad driving him to a foster home. We were the same age. We were both 10 at the time.

I look at him. Realization of who he is, covering my mouth with my hands.

He looks at me.

"You remember?"

I stand there. Looking into his eyes. I don't know what I'm looking for. Maybe answers. Maybe more questions.

I don't really know what happened, but soon I feel two arms wrap around me. I stiffened, not used to this, hell, I don't know him well! I've only seen him one other time!

Oddly enough, I don't feel scared. I'm a little weirded out, but I feel....happy? No, I can't be. I mean, maybe I'm just happy that he didn't kill me.

I slowly bring my arms up and lightly wrap around him. I didn't want to be rude and not hug him back but, I wasn't gonna freakin bear hug him.

He held on a little too long for my liking, and I was starting to get a little uncomfortable.

As soon as I'm about to say something I hear

"Who the fuck is that?!"

Oh shit

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I know it's sucky, but I wrote the first 4-5 chapters when I was in 6th grade, so I promise my writing gets better! I'm currently editing them and the amount of cringe I'm feeling is just to much to handle

~Edited 8/06/16~

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