Broken Wings

Chapter 1-Coming home

(Edited)

Sirens POV

I read this thing once, a quote of sorts. It said "life asked death 'why do people love me, but hate you?' Death responded 'because you're a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth'". I think about that a lot now. That story seems to fit my life perfectly even.

Two months ago I had a mother. I used to live with her out in New York City where I had friends, a life, love even. However, that all changed a month ago. Now I'm sitting here in a very uncomfortable bed, staring at the cracks in the ceiling of my new yet very small room. 

This is my home now; this old, white and honest room. A room I haven't left since I got here a week ago. I know I should get up, I know I should eat and try to live again really. I'm just having a hard time now more than ever. Not only was my mother dead, but the father she once claimed was also dead is actually alive, and now my legal guardian. It honestly felt like trading a parent i feel apparently barely knew at this point for one I have absolutely no idea about. With my mother, my dad never came up. It wasn't really an 'allowed' topic, she always seemed to shut down when I asked, so eventually I left it at what I was told to be the truth. My mind was struggling to adapt to so much change in such a short time. I felt out of control and left with no choices, which slowly began to create a hate for more than myself. I was now starting to feel the hate build for my mom and her choices. It killed me inside that the one person I've trusted most would lie to me so big, and then pass on before we could even talk about it. That quote was more true than I'd like to admit, and my life before? Was the big lie. And my mom's death was the painful truth.

"Rain? I heard the soft voice of the only grandmother I've never known. She's the only one I've talked to or seen since I've been here. She is strong and kind, the feeling gave me a sense of safety nothing else had since I got here. And as silly as it may sound, I'm afraid to see my father. I'm even more afraid he'll hate me more than I hate myself.

"Yes Del" I said in a raspy tone, I haven't talked much and it was starting to show.

She opened the door slowly and walked in. Del is dressed in what I now know to be her typical style. It consisted of a more youthful attire, that complimented her attributes on a physical level. Her usual get up was made up of tight jeans, fitted tank top and old combat boots. The only difference this time is she wore a lavender colored top over the usual black.

"So I was wondering...tonight there's a dinner at the club and  want you to come"  Del asked, with hope evident in her crystal blue eyes. I bite my lip and tore my eyes from her. I didn't want to disappoint her but i also didn't want to leave this room much either. 

Sitting up i leaned back against the wall. "I don't know.." I zoned off playing with a string on the scratchy blanket laying upon my lap.

"Rain, honey, you can't stay here forever. You got here last Sunday and you haven't left since. I know things are hard, you're grieving and that takes time. I'm not at all asking you to stop being sad, and turn on the bright and happy. I'm asking you to give yourself a break and leave this room. Im asking you give yourself a breath of fresh air and a temporary change of scenery. Even if it's only for today, because even a few hours would do you some good. I truly think it could help you to get up and refresh for just a little while." She said sitting besides me on my bed. I frowned still doubting this.

"Del"

"I'll take you shopping for clothes" She tried.

"Um.." I mumbled, trying to think of an excuse out of this one.  A lot had changed from what i used to enjoy, and she probably didn't realizing the old me was the only one to ever have liked going shopping ever at all.