As sharp as a knife.

Chapter 2. Part 1. Leaving.

Note: Not as amusing, or violent.

As I left my sister at the table, my grandma took my seat. Nana always knew how to put a smile on Eve's face, even when none of us could. All Nana had to do was smile, and there would be Eve's matching smile, lighting up the room. I wish my Nana and little sis knew how pretty they were when they smiled. I kind of felt bad for not telling them how much they meant to me before I went upstairs. However, I think I can sneak into my little sister's room tonight, then Nana should be up tomorrow when Papa is. I know I'm thinking of it as if I'll never get to talk to them or see them again, but it's kind of like that. Sure, I can still call them at Scars maybe, or when I get up north, but honestly. I don't see myself going back once I leave tomorrow. There is no turning back, I can't escape. 

I walked up the stairs, looking at the pictures of my family on the walls. Then at my door at the end of the hallway. Glancing back at my grandpa who was following close behind me. "Natos" he began. "I want to let you know, I'm doing this for your own good. Scar is a good teacher, he will train you well. I know what you're gonna go do in the fall, so I figure this is a wise choice for you. Do you disagree, or agree?" I hadn't thought of it that way. He was right, this way I will get a good education in fighting. Even though I already knew how to fight pretty well. Scar could potentially teach me a lot of new, good things. I simply nodded my head then patted my grandpa's shoulder. "I agree. Thank you for raising me grandpa. Take good care of Eve and Nana please." I managed a soft smile then turned walking to my bedroom. He didn't say anything, but I knew there still was time to talk tomorrow when he dropped me off and left me at Scars.

For the next few hours I sat in my room, packing my bags, thinking about life and the things I'm leaving behind. I knew it would get to me emotionally, but I wouldn't cry. Things like this weren't supposed to upset me. Especially if I was gonna go into the war in a couple of months. If I was going to survive, I knew I couldn't make anymore emotional bonds. When I go to scars, I will have to keep that in mind. Scar wasn't the kindest guy, but he reminded me of my father when my dad took me to the bar for my 16th birthday, and snuck me a couple of drinks. Which I kind of missed that part of my dad. He wasn't a complete, shit guy. I actually kind of liked him sometimes. Then again that was only 1 time out of 1000 times that I got along with my dad. The other times were spent trying to end him, or get my family away from him. 

Scar also had a twin brother, who oddly had a scar on his face similar to his. Yet, scars twin went by Jacklyn, Jack for short, not Scar. Then, of course he had his daughter Ana, short for Anabella. Which I thought was a pretty name. That girl I'd have to keep my distance from. She was gorgeous, black hair, long legs. I never got a good look at her eyes, cause I was never close enough to her, but I had a feeling that this summer I might. Even though, a part of me was screaming not too, I knew I would. Eyes were the first thing I noticed about anyone. Eyes, then lips, hips, then of course ass. I wasn't a pig! Now don't think that. I just, enjoyed females bodies. All guys did, unless they were into other guys, which since the war, no one really gave a shit about that. Gay marriage was allowed nowadays, if you could find a priest. Then again a lot of people just seemed to get married unofficially more. Like my dad and mom, before they split, never had a proper wedding. They had a party, but no traditional wedding. 

These thoughts continued for hours. At one point, I remember looking at the clock to see it was 3:47am. Thinking about my little sister and our memories, then looking again to see it was 4:00am. Grandpa would be dead of sleep right now, as well as nana, so now would be the best time to sneak over to her room. Getting up slowly, I pulled on some sweat pants, then shuffled my way to the door. Opening it, I went into her room. Covering her mouth, then gently shaking her. I knew this would frighten her greatly, but I had no choice. I couldn't risk her screaming, then me getting scolded, or worse her getting scolded. Her eyes widened hugely as she finally gasped awake. At first she squirmed around, but then calmed as her eyes met mine in the dark room. Poor Eve, I thought to myself. "Hey.. Evelyn, I wanted to properly say goodbye." I whispered softly, moving my hand from her mouth.