If It Never Happened ⚣

Chapter 25- October 31st 2016

True P.O.V

Halloween. Ever since I was young, it was by far my favorite holiday. Why? Because I loved dressing up as someone else. The mindset that for one day, I could be somebody else was truly amazing, I simply love it.

It's a holiday my family can't ruin, they don't have to be apart of my Halloween, unlike Christmas or Thanksgiving, both of which are holidays I don't celebrate with my family, and sometimes at all.

I know very sad, I don't celebrate a holiday like pretty much everybody else, well who would want to celebrate it alone? I don't want to celebrate a holiday made for families if my own family doesn't want to celebrate it with me. Make sense?

Halloween this year happened to land on a Monday, which was okay to me, I didn't care what day Halloween is on, as long as it's Halloween. Though I would have preferred it to be on a Friday or Saturday, oh well.

I had spent the last two day's at Karin's who didn't mind having me, I was generally quieter than most children, my natural instinct is to speak only when spoken to, which I did pretty well at. Karin said to be careful of my bruises, especially the ones on my back, and the large gash on my stomach. My leg was healing pretty well, as long as I didn't mess with it, and it didn't get hurt worse then it would heal fairly soon. Which I glad for, since it had been bothering me recently, Karin said it was from me walking on it, and putting pressure on it. She said that people who got a gash on their leg like I did, all the way through, did walk on their leg the day after, she said some people didn't walk on it for a month since the shard of glass had gone through some muscle but it could have been worse.

I'm not going to think the worse because with my luck it might just happen.

I don't want it to happen so . . .

I smiled at the thought, I was danger prone, so the worst that can happen, probably will.

I walk out of Kyle's old room at Karins, a smile on the brink of popping onto my face, but it wasn't quite there yet. I wasn't happy, not in the least, I was . . . content. Yes, content was a very good word choice to explain how I was feeling but that contentment would fade, it always does. Just got to give it maybe an hour or so.

I walk into the kitchen, finding Karin sitting at the island, sipping on a cup of coffee, her hair pulled back into a perfect bun.

She was wearing a dress-suit, she was obviously going into work today, like going to the hospital or doctor's office. Some people are scared of Karin, but I knew her before she was a strict doctor, so I was cool with her cool attitude. It reminded me of my uncle on my dad's side, we don't see him anymore, he and dad had a fallout and simply don't talk anymore.

My uncle, Ruth, was a stern man, but he was a family man, who simply didn't care that I was bi, I think he knew before I did. He asked me when I was eight, a year before he and dad had the fallout, he asked if I was gay, and I answered with that I was attracted to both boys and girls. He accepted that instantly, saying he'd love me regardless of who I loved, regardless of what gender I preferred, a hole is a hole regardless of the genitalia that they had.

I walked towards Karin and sat across from her. She looked up to me, smiled before looking back down at her laptop which sat in front of her.

"Good morning, True." She said in a quiet voice, a voice that I had grown used to, a voice that had talked to me after an extremely bad nightmare, had comforted me when I needed comfort. I loved Karin like a sister, she was much more of a sister than my own sister is. Which is pretty sad if you think about it.

"Good morning," I reply laying my head on top of my arms, which were crossed on top of the island. I rubbed my eyes, rubbing the crust out of my eyes, extremely tired and sleepy.