R.I.P. To My Youth

4

It had been two days since I had gotten a threatening call from a stranger who allegedly tried to kill my brother. That was the story I was being told, yet Derek was still not behind bars. I hated this man with my entire life for scaring the hell out of me.

My brother was completely fine and I refused to talk to him ever since he got out of the hospital. Mrs.McCall tried to reassure me that Derek wouldn't be calling anytime soon and that Luke was going to be fine. Yet she didn't understand. I hated Luke. I couldn't tell if I was being rational or not, but every time I saw him walk down the hall or sitting in the living room anger filled my emotions and strangled every other emotion I should have been feeling instead.

I couldn't stop it. All I wanted to do was slap him across the face because I knew he was keeping something from me. He set me up or something. There was a lie in the events that took place that night and I still could not comprehend what was real and what was not. I shouldn't hate him, but I do.

The second day of school I didn't even go. Lydia and Stiles stayed with me the entire day never leaving me alone. I didn't mind it but I felt as if I was being smothered by a pillow as they trailed me throughout the day. No one really talked either. Only awkward glances and whispering between the two of them.

It had been like that since then and school was even weirder today. The people I had just met once in the hallway stopped and stared at me as I walked. Almost like I had a sign on my forehead saying something rude and disrespectful.

Some of them tried to talk to me but they talked as if they were being watched and analyzed for every mistake. They all walked on egg shells around me. Malia and Lydia were the only ones who began to reach out later today. The conversation wasn't weird at all and only applied to the party taking place tomorrow night at Lydia's house.

Serena and Eliana had been joining me for lunch everyday and the conversations were the most normal out of them all. I finally felt like a normal teenage girl for once this entire week. I could listen to conversations about boys and the newest makeup brands that everyone adored instead of Stiles, Scott, or Kira talking to me about things I couldn't understand.

It was like having the same conversation over and over again. Their words filled with fear and uncertainty and all I could do was listen and try to understand. They were always about to tell me something I 'really needed to know' and yet every time they were about to tell me they flipped the subject. The conversations always left me dazed and confused as I tried to figure out what the hell they were talking about.

I was home now sitting in my room. I had unpacked a few more boxes but I was to preoccupied with the many thoughts swirling around in my head. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore and every night since my first day I had been getting calls from either Stiles, Scott, or Lydia. At first I thought Stiles calling me was weird considering he is dating Malia but the call was always about how my brother was doing and sometimes myself.

I continued to respond the same way with an annoyed look on my face. I had not talked or even acknowledged my brother since he came home and I will continue to not. Scott even asked if Luke had been acting different but I couldn't tell him.

My brother went about his day preparing for his new job he worked so hard to get. With his new 'injury' he was delayed of work until further notice. I'd feel bad but it wasn't like we didn't have money. I wouldn't have to talk to my brother about that considering we had enough to survive for a lot longer than most people.

I stared off into space looking at a few pictures I found in a box. They were filled with pictures of Luke and I or my mother and father. We were never a close family but by the look of these smiling faces you would think this was a candid photo.