And all Along It Was You

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And as much as I didn't want to, it did.
Morning rised and so did the sun.

I scanned the porch, looking around with my squinty eyes.

"Why am I here?" I mumble quietly whispering to myself.

My eyes are squinted and swollen as if were to have cried all night.

But as my eyes widen so does my memory.

"Oh" I say in remembrance.

Remembering that I spent all of last night crying, and remembering my life before Brandon.

Before this tragedy.

I struggle to get up, but after I do manage to rise, I hear the backyard door open.

"How was your sleep?" Brandon says with a devilish smirk?

"Actually it was better then when I sleep in bed by your horrible being at my side!" I say with a crooked smile.
Of course it was a lie, this was probably one of my worst nights, but I wasn't going to let Brandon win his own game.

"Your mom called."

My jaw dropped within seconds of hearing him say these three words.
I knew Brandon was a liar but not a horrible one.

"You- you're kidding?" I say all in a blur.

"Of course I am."he said laughing with pride in his eyes.

"Oh well too bad I didn't believe any thing you just said"

Ha who was I to be kidding. Obviously I did.
I nodded my head in disappointment and sighed

"Kidding" he said.

"So did she actually call?"

"Surprisingly, hurry get changed and cover all of your bruises and marks. I don't want anyone to suspect anything." He demanded.

"So does this mean that we're going to go see my m-"

Before I could finish Brandon interrupted my question.

"Hurry or we're not going anywhere" Brandon urged me.

I nodded to his response and obeyed him. Without any hesitation of course I went inside the house grabbed some stale bread, if it was all I was going to eat at least I was going to eat something.

I looked around the kitchen itself and widened my eyes. In a state of shock.

"Wow this is a messy Kitchen."
I didn't pay no attention though, all I could think about was finally seeing my mom.

In matters of months my face was finally getting lit up by an emotion that devoured my heart itself, and I was extremely happy. So much. Words weren't the adequate thing to describe this moment.

I looked at myself in the shattered room mirror. Maybe this is how I looked.

Shattered but still living.
Shattered but still trying to shine.

I hated what I saw reflect in front of me. It was like when I covered up all of my scars, I was a new person.

I liked the idea of the whole thing, but there is no way of escaping reality, but to accept it.