Broken Objects

Chapter One (Wyatt)

After that I changed. Away I went and I left the old me behind. Only the strong can survive and he was no longer strong enough to go on. So I left him in London. I went to Australia for schooling until my twelfth grade year.

I'm currently on my way back to Britain. I stared at my reflection. My once short cropped hair was shaggy and surrounded my face in a complementing manner. What was once a wispy white was now dyed black. I had many piercings, snake bites, two studs, and three rings on the top right of my ear. I even sported two tattoos. One on my arm, a snake that coiled around the entirety of my wrist, and one in between my shoulder blades.

It was the date of my own death. My tan body was now paper white and I was muscled. The only thing I couldn't change was the blue of my eyes. I stared at my reflection on the window once more before sighing and looking away. Once I got to Britain, I had to unpack my belongings, and get ready for school, which starts tomorrow.

I groaned dragging my luggage to my new home. The summer heat beat down on me and my leather jacket wasn't helping my case. After almost twenty minutes of walking in the agonizing sun I entered my two story house.

The house that held all of my childhood, and every single memory was unhappy. I could still see the blood patches on the carpet. It wasn't there, but I could see it. Flash backs enveloped me and greeted me at every corner.

I stopped at one door in particular, and reach for the door knob. I stopped myself. I couldn't go in there. Not again. I went to my old bedroom and shoved my luggage in. I followed in quickly, and started by making my bed. I put everything away quickly and headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

I took out my snake bites, and earrings before hopping in the shower. Little by little I was getting better, and little by little I was falling apart. After that I went straight to bed. Tomorrow I would face him. I fell asleep with memories of the past haunting me effortlessly.