Obsidian (Old Version)

Obsidian: Ch. 1-3

Yes. Chapters one, two, AND three. ALSO, in chapter... um, what was it... OH, in chapter My Strange Adventure, it will have: * * when Belgrim's brother's voice is in his head. Yeah. Darn it, why'd they take away the italics?! Flippin Wattpad. BUT I LOVE YOU!!

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Part One: The Beginning

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♀The Impossible Comes True♂

XFrom the per¢eption of BeckyX

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Safe. It sounds so nice to me. The one word I have been waiting to believe has come true. My grandmother has passed away. I was waiting for this moment forever. It's true, now, it's true! I thought she would never die. I know this is very mean to say, but I no longer have to worry about working for showers or arguing every day with her or ending up crying and wanting to commit suicide. Freedom. That's the word. If only we had the money now. It's the last thing we need.

We are on the mountain, burying my grandma's ashes next to my grandpa's. I remember the hikes I did with my grandpa on Mount Shasta. The Bit o' Honey he always had with him. I miss him so much. Of course a lot more than my grandma. I can say I don't miss her at all.

"Becky," my mom says, who is standing under the shade of a tree. I join her, waiting for the other to mourn over that dead bitch. "Do you want to go home now? The others have their own rides."

"This is boring," I agree. "Let's go." We take the long hike back to the dark blue Toyota waiting for us. My mom unlocks the doors and we sit inside while she starts the ignition. "I'm starving," I say, and my mom nods.

"We can get something at Taco Bell back in town if you want," she offers. I consider it for awhile, but I don't want to go wherever my grandma used to go. Bad memories.

"Actually," I say, "why can't we make something at home? Something healthy." My mom nods and says she can make me a sandwich and a salad when we get back, so I agree.

I watch the scenery of the trees and mountains pass by, houses beginning to come into view, people jogging along sidewalks, schools. Soon we're at home. Where it's so quiet and calm, I can hear my own heartbeat. No more arguing, no more depression. Well, from my grandma anyway. Which was the main cause of all of it. But now I am free.

We just need money now. It keeps repeating in my head. To buy our own house. And I know we have two unused lottery tickets waiting in the RV, waiting to be checked. Soon, I think. Soon I'll check. I walk inside my grandma's house, saying goodbye to all the rooms. Her room, her office, the upstairs loft, the kitchen, dining room, living room... They bore me. I notice her old, white cat, Snowflake lying on the couch. I go up and pet her, comforting her. Will we be able to keep her?

The last place I go to is the cat's room, which is actually my grandpa's old kitchen and extra bedroom. In the bedroom, I look at the bookshelf. Already gathering dust. The round, wooden table sits beside the bed with a laser jet printer on it. The walls still have the old pictures since when I used to sleep here. More than five years ago, I slept in this room, but then awhile after decided to sleep in my mom's RV. I felt more secure there. Because my grandma couldn't bother me. But it doesn't matter now.

One picture caught my eye. My seventh grade crush. What is this doing here? I rip it off the wall and stare at it. He's standing, holding his long board with his helmet on. Below the picture is is name. I sigh and crumple up the paper angrily. I throw it to the ground and stomp on it. Fuck him! I'm done with him. Kylynn Kortesmaki always told me I would find the right guy. Eventually. But where is he? I've been waiting so patiently.