I woke up with my eyes still feeling drowsy. I wanted more sleep but my mind was telling me not to trust my unconscious state of mind in a place like this so I opened my eyes fully. Only to be startled to meet big brown eyes staring down at me.
"Ah!" I yelp as I jerk up. Whoever was above me konked it's head with mine. I rubbed it with my hand as I turned to see who startled me. But it was just Bethany. "Nice to see you too." I say sarcastically at the heart attack she almost gave me.
"I'm sorry! I just had this feeling you were about to wake up so I looked at you and you did." Bethany explains.
I noticed her brown hair ombré'd with blonde at the bottom had been tied into piggy tails so her injection bruise would be unnoticeable. She was in a long sleeved blue shirt and jeans with light blue Vans.
"It's ok,Bethany. You didn't do anything wrong." I set straight with a kind smile before she returns one.
"Ok good, because I really... You know what? Never mind. Do you wanna go and grab some ice cream?" She invites. I let the unfinished statement be and agree with a nod. "Great! Because I know this really nice ice cream shop just around the corner." Bethany gushes with compliments on the place.
"Sounds good. " I nod.
I start to sit up and run my fingers through my hair to look decent. I'm sure my thick hair mixed with all the hairspray Janna put in is sure to have it sculpted into a mess. That's when I got a drowsy feeling and I remember the cause.
"Where's Conner?" I ask trying to straighten my hair with my fingers.
Bethany looked at me and started fiddling with her hands.
"H-he's out. He had me take you out so you can get situated with here."
"I rather tour with you. At least I know you won't inject some crazy shit in my veins." I joke until I realize what I said. My eyes get wide and a wash of guilt over powers me. I just said what killed her.
Bethany looks at me with a small smile and giggles.
"It's ok. It happened, I'm over it. I'm in a better place so I don't care anymore." Bethany says allowing me to take a sigh of relief
"Ok good, I didn't wanna offend you."
"Never." Bethany confirms. "Let's get to that ice cream shop. I can already taste the vanilla on my tongue."
"Ok." I agree with a nod and a smile.
As we left what I learned to be a very big Victorian house, I really saw what's outside. I imagined black everywhere. Not to be stereotypical but my mind is just assuming the worst after all this, craziness. But when I walked outside the confines of the Victorian mansion. It looked normal as ever. Everything was normal. From the green trees, to the people passing by on a rush to there destination. You could say I was astonished to see such a earth like place. After hearing and discovering so many things that I'll have to take on. I expected that if in there is hell, so will the outside. But I guess every hell has to have a slither of light, even if it's molded into flames.
Bethany and I walked around the small town. It was quaint and enjoyable. Even good enough to call normal. I saw a man with five o'clock shadow enjoying his coffee in a coffee shop, a elderly woman feeding the pigeons, kids frolicking in the playground fields on colorful equipment, a man and woman hand and hand looking over a dock and into clear waters. Everything I would see before I was taken to wherever I am. I hate to say it. But it's actually, better. I mean, if I wasn't dragged here. I would be at school being picked on for liking to feel alone. Or that I'm not wearing the latest designs. Or that my hair is frizzy. I even have everyday adults do a double take at my worn out jeans with a hole on the knee cap. Here, if someone catches my eye. They give a friendly smile and wave. I return it and keep walking. Feeling good to not be called out for once. I also use to have agents pester me on my living occupation since I'm living alone and there sympathy for a girl without parents. I think no one stops to realize that someone may be grateful for parents, a tv, meals, phones,etc but the person who's situation concludes them to be forced to live with out it, can be fine. Of course I'd love to grow up with my mom and dad. But since I don't have them, I think I'm doing alright. I don't need a man in a suit and fake smile showing up at my door to offer me a loan or donated clothes. I'm perfectly fine. It's my way of life to work for what I need. Not to have it given to me like parents do. My life consists of finishing school, working, and paying bills. At least it use to be.
