Giving Harper Hope

Chapter Five- Harper

   I'm sorry that this came out so late!!!! I will try and upload the other chapters that I missed soon! This might be a little shorter than the others, so sorry for that as well!
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Harper slammed the front door behind her, one emotion clouding her senses. The only emotion that surfaced through the depression.
   Fear.
   She put her back against the wall and slid to the floor, curling up into a ball. Talking about her mother always did this to her. It made that fear and memories rise up inside her.
   'Like a cat in a room full of rocking chairs,' her mother would have said. She had been kind. She had been all Harper dreamed to be.
  But she's dead. And it was Harper's fault for not realizing it sooner. Her mother was dead and she was never coming back for her. Never. Harper has to make a life without a mother. Normal teenage girls would be close with their mothers, and she had, but she was never normal. Harper hadn't had friends. Harper didn't visit her grandparents or her father. She never went on vacation without the depression taking part in it. Harper never went to high school. She had been home schooled by a tutor all of her life until a year ago. Most people would say that it was just terrible for a child to loose their mother. Nobody even talked to her other than giving her pitying glances. The police just thought it was another suicide rather than something deeper. They just buried her in the graveyard and left it alone. Just spent a few months on the case.
She shook her head as if to rid her mind of the thoughts. Harper staggered back into a standing position, and did some breathing exercises to slow down her racing heartbeat. Too soon— it was too soon to try and make a friend after her death. Harper shouldn't find happiness soon after she lost all of hers. The bulky jacket almost made her sweat in the air-conditioning of her home. Her eyes closed as she kept taking in those steadying breaths, and kept her feet planted on the ground as she calmed herself.
And once she opened her eyes, she let go of her mother.
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She fell on top of the blankets of her bed, the clothes that she had just been wearing discarded in the doorway of her bedroom and replaced by a tee and sweats. Harper just stared at the blankets, with their silks and ornate designs swathing them. She idly traced the complex patterns with her finger, having nothing else to do. Her humming soothed any of her unwelcome thoughts, but she felt no emotion in the tune. Humming usually filled the emptiness that the depression left in her chest, but it didn't feel like it was doing anything now. So she used her idle mind to access the situation she was in with Liam Grayson. His hair differed greatly from hers color-wise, and his brown eyes made her feel warm inside. It was like his father hadn't threatened him with a gun only a few years ago. He looked like nothing bad had happened to him and he was coming here for a vacation or something. Harper rested her chin on the blankets, the silk rubbing her chin softly. She needed to do something. Anything other than this.
   Harper pushed herself to her feet, and stumbled a little when she tried to walk. There was things she wanted to do anyways. Cleaning the house again, reorganizing the furniture, getting groceries... just those would take up most of her time today. She turned off the light in her bedroom and walked into the living room. Her gaze wandered over the bookshelves that lined the walls, each one packed full with books that she had already read.
It got extremely boring when the only thing you can do is read.
Harper looked down at her sweatpants and
t-shirt. She grumbled and walked back to her room, and into her walk-in wardrobe. There was still snow outside, as cold as ever. Her tee was stained and old, since she had pulled it out of the hamper only a hour before. Her sweatpants as well.
   She picked out a blood-red oversized sweater, a black scarf, and dark skinny jeans. It didn't take long to take off the sweatpants and t-shirt and to throw them both back into the laundry hamper. Harper zipped up the black knee high boots and walked to her restroom. She grabbed her brush and brushed her hair out so it flowed in loose curls over her shoulders. She sighed in content.
   It was about time that she got some of her chores done, instead of sulking around her bedroom.