Behind Closed Doors

|Chapter 1|

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I brush the dirt away from my fingers and I try to make myself comfortable on the wet, soggy ground beneath me.

It's been raining like crazy here and you'd think I'm stupid for sitting out here in the rain when everybody else is inside getting warmer.

I already said I was weird.

You see I've always tried to isolate myself from people. Generally anything with a pulse. Apart from my pet rat I always see in my room gnawing at the left over food mom would put outside for me. Usually that would lead to me not eating most of it anyway.

I sigh and wrapped my long arms around my shoulders, settling my chin above my knees.

I hear a voice in the wind and I think to myself that I'm probably just dreaming. Nobody comes to these parts of the woods. Absolutely no one.

My parents leave me to my own devices.

I don't go to a school, especially after what happened last time I was enrolled in a school.

People avoid me just as much as I avoid them.

And my brothers walk around me not ever realising that they have a sister. A little sister just there to fend for herself.

But I don't mind.

I can take care of myself.

I know how to use a gun.

At least thats what I like to think.

Especially since I'm not allowed to go to school, I play on my brothers Xbox whenever they leave.

So I guess that's one of the only reason why I like staying at home rather than being at school.

"Cara!"

I am pulled away from my thoughts and I turn around to find Mykel, standing there keeping his distance away from me, drenched from the rain.

"Inside." He turns his back around and does a slow jog towards the house.

I stand up and I don't even bother about my pants being dirty. I'd probably end up washing it anyways. It's like nobody else does it for me.

It's dark around me and surprisingly I can still find my way home. All I need to focus on is the backyard porch light.

I hug myself tighter trying to get warmer. Mykel already has the gate open. That's good.

I guess.

"You spent longer this time."

I wisp around to the voice and its my mother standing there with a towel.

Maybe she is the only sane person in this house.

"I like it when it rains." I lie easily through my teeth and I hope she buys it.

She nods her head but her eyes say otherwise. She knows I'm lying. I don't care though.

"C'mon I've already started with dinner."

She hands me the towel and I grip it tight in my shaky hands. Wrapping the towel around my shoulders, I follow her all the way towards the kitchen and surely she has started already.

"Mind cutting the carrots for me?"

I stare at her blindly thinking this woman has never let me near any kitchen appliances. When I need to butter my toast, she does it for me. So why is she letting me now?

"I trust you," she says.

"I don't."

I know that voice. He's my living nightmare.

"Mom let her go upstairs I'll help you."

Mom shakes her head and replies, "No you go do your homework! I want Cara to help me."

He quirks a brow and folds his arms on his chest.

Who do you I listen to?

The boy who is the only reason why I'm treated like shit at school and never really 'notices me'?

Or my mother who has much kore authority than him?

This should be much easier than I thought.

"Calum it's ok. Really, go!"

He takes an uncertain step backwards and leaves the kitchen.

"C'mon Cara. Don't mind him."

How can I not? He's the reason. And you never realised that.

When I come home with a bruised lip you never question what was the cause of it.

When I leave the house completely clean you never wondered why I always come back covered with dirt and mud and blood.

So why?

Questions I ask myself but I never know the answer. Is it because I'm different? Different because I have some kind of mental disorder?

Yes I'm different but I like it that way.

Way better than trying to fit in like everybody else.

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