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Omaha, Ne

(3rd person Pov)

Today was her last day in the city she grew up. She looked around her room where she spent her last four years taking in everything praying to God she never forgot even the smallest detail. She looked at the things she was forced to leave behind because they were too big of a hassle to bring along, the first being her desk. Following that was her well-used bookshelf that never seemed big enough to fit her large collection of novels and box sets. Another item was her dresser that for some odd reason she could picture the second-hand store her parent's bought it from when she was nine. Lastly her queen sized bed.

A normal person wouldn't have that big of a problem leaving behind a 20-year-old bed their parents purchased for a guest room before their existence was even considered but she couldn't help it. Skylar was someone who loved things that gave her a sense of comfort, she also despised change, they made her anxiety go up like a rocket on steroids. She was well aware that a change in her place of sleep was a minuscule change compared to everything else in her life but it was the straw that broke the camels back.

Skylar dropped her pillow, which was in her left arm, and her phone that was in her right hand to the ground, her knees soon followed suit. Within seconds tears were in fast streams down her running down her face. She didn't want to leave, she wanted to stay in she wanted to stay in Nebraska where her family was, she wanted to stay Omaha where her friends were and wanted to stay in her home where all her memories were. Though the memories were bittersweet, and a lot of them contained her family members lost to various causes. The logical part of her knew it would be better for not only her but for her mother to leave Omaha, to go to a new place and find a new life without the constant pain and agony caused by the ghosts of their loved ones. Even so, her logic was long gone, it was now replaced by emotion, and there were too many emotions for her to process. These emotions are what caused this meltdown she was experiencing at the moment.

After a few minutes, she started to ground herself with a small technique her school counselor taught her. She searched for the following things listing each of them out loud, 5 things that she could see.

"I see my de-desk, my bookshelf, the car-carpet, bed, and dresser," she said each word shakily but after each one, the tears came at a slower pace her breathing became a little more controlled and her heart rate slowed.

She continued her list, 4 things she could touch, 3 things she could hear, 2 things she could smell (or liked the smell of), and finally took a few long deep breaths. She focused on making sure she breathed with her abdomen and not her chest, she then relaxed all of her tense muscles.

As if on cue there was a shout from upstairs. "Sky the last box is in the moving van and the taxi is here to take us to the airport, grab your carry on bag and come upstairs!" It was her mother, Jill. Jill was a police officer in the Omaha Police Department and her boss helped her find a job as a deputy in Beacon Hills. If it wasn't for the job offer she probably would have taken Skylar and herself to a bigger town with different options but it was the best she could do with such little notice.

Jill was average height with a round face and doe eyes that seemed to have the color of the sky trapped inside. She had medium length dark brown hair that was almost always in a tight bun on her head, though some of those hairs have turned gray from years of stress and pain. A few of these traits she passed onto her daughter which many would say was her twin.

Skylar's hair was a lot longer than her mom's, and wavy too. It reached her mid back and her eyes were a couple shades darker but the shape was the same. She was a lot paler than her mother though which was one of the few things she got from her father, others are her athleticism and of course the anxiety. She took one more quick glance over of the room before putting on her backpack filled with things for her flight to her new home. She then picked up the items that fell to the floor minutes before and trecked up the stairs. She gave a small smile to her mom, who was giving her a knowing and concerned look, that said that she was fine. They then made their way out the door walking over to a taxi. They hopped in and Skylar looked back at the sold sign in the yard as they drove away, until it was a tiny dot on the horizon. She then looked to her mom who gave her a hopeful smile. She then looked out the window at the passing houses and businesses in the city she would no longer call home.