Chapter Two

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After school I raced to the other, quieter side of town. There were a lot of abandoned buildings and I discovered a couple of years back that one of them has a roof you can get up to. It's where I go to sort out my thoughts- and get away from my hellish home.

As I sat on the roof watching the sun disappear into the horizon, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if I fell. Well, but so much what would happen, but what I would choose. There was no way I could let an innocent person die because of me but I didn't know if I had had the courage to say no either. To let myself go. Though in reality wherever they sent me would probably be a lot better than here.

"AGAIN?!?!" I screamed at Jade, "YOU NEARLY DIED AGAIN?!?!"
"Calm down Cassie I'm fine," she said mixing her coffee, the gentle clink of the spoon hitting the mug almost tipping me over the edge.
"But someone else isn't! Jade. You've got to be more careful!"
"Cassie we have this argument too many times. It's my life, let me live it my way. It's not like I was gonna choose to die, and what other option was there?"
I wanted to scream until my lungs begged for mercy. I wanted to cry until my body shrivelled up from dehydration. But most of all, I wanted to strangle my sister, until her eyes bugged and she frantically apologised, desperate to be released from my fiery grasp.
But I didn't do any of that. Instead, I took a deep breath, tried very hard not to look at Jade, and dragged my unwilling feet upstairs to my room- the closest thing to solitude in this house of hell.

02:07. I was supposed to be asleep. But instead I lay awake, listening to the sounds of  outside. It was mostly wildlife, but every now and then you could here a lazy car go past. This was the main reason I slept with the window open. To listen. To take in the world at the quietest hours. It was at this time of night where time truly stopped, and you could pretend- just for an hour or so- that there was no one else out there. That it was just you and next door's cat against the world. Because to be honest, I hated most of the world anyway.

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