Red Lips//IT

Prologue 2

 I think I was 5. 5 when my golden time fled from my grasp. I couldn't get it back. Ever. Perhaps it was fate. My damn fate to be in a sucky life. In a dilemma of life and death...perhaps. but at that age, how could I have known what was to happen.

 Mom and dad always fought for the ruins of one another. I guess happiness doesn't last long... for me, at least. I won't talk about school either. Why? Because school wasn't any better. It's contaminated by the rudeness of students and ignorance of teachers. People spat hazardous words on me for lame reasons like my parent's cheap education or being a ruthless child. Even in kindergarten, my friends started ditching me... A loner for life, right? They pushed me off the swings and dragged another guy along....hand in hand. Clammy hands with sweaty ones. That's why I'd tell the teacher that I can't hold in my pee pee any longer and cry in the bathroom. 

 I still eat lunch in the stalls, watching out for any footprints of any girl, or guy for that matter. I don't have to say anything else... right? You'd be right as well if you were guessing that high school never got any better. In fact, it goes worse when I thought my worst had already passed. Oh... and I forgot to say, my best guy friend (which I had a crush on) was dating this other girl. I saw him through the bathroom door creak and they came in, hand in hand. That's when I forbid my morbid love to happen and left whatever hopes I thought I had left in me. 

So... I still lived that sucky life until I woke up in the morning, pouring out the stale, expired fruit loops in my cupped hand. Usually, mom would be out on the sofa, calling another "guy friend". As if I trusted her... But the especially sunny morning, I found her room under a mess. 

She hadn't been there... 

 I cautiously found my way around the house until I could no longer see her traces. There left the remains of my lost mother. 

Dad was surprisingly late and he seemed to have a dull reaction... And he shook his head at the ground. He trudged into his room and kept quiet... the damn door staring back at me... confused. I looked at it and I could only suspicion my dad knew everything. I couldn't say... I was fearful of the consequences and 5 months passed until my 14th birthday. I didn't know if it was a consequence but dad brought a step-mother in for the first time. It seemed as though he had been cheating on mom... perhaps she left because of it or because she feared him. 

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Now I understand why she would have left him. I guess I would have as well. But I have no choice and our new family left for our new home ...

 IN DERRY.