Moony: stuck with your head in the clouds
It had been a month since the... incident. I hadn't gone back to school, my parents afraid of what the outcome would be. I was homeschooled for the rest of the school year. I attended therapy three times a week, talking to the nice lady about the problems that clouded my mind.
So much had changed. I had lost the darker side of me—the side that was secretly afraid of the lies. I had cut off my hair, saying it was a new beginning. Now it barely reached my shoulders and I felt like I had dropped a huge weight.
I stopped with the excessive makeup, the high-fashion clothes. I went back to who I used to be. I wore my thick-rimmed glasses and simple T-shirts and leggings. I no longer cared what others thought of me and I was working on the judgemental thoughts that plagued me.
But there were still problems—sometimes I thought I saw Ethan, Aaron, or just anybody from school. Every time I had a panic attack and it would take several hours to calm down. My heart would race and tears would immediately spring to me eyes. No one—except for my family—knew about the suicidal incident. My parents unenrolled me from school without explanation and didn't answer any questions from the other students' parents. I wasn't ready to face them yet. I wasn't ready to forgive.
My parents still didn't trust me alone or with any medicine. They were afraid I would try to end my life again. But little did they know...
When I had tried to kill myself, I didn't even realize what I was doing. My intention wasn't to end my life. It was just to make the pain go away—to go away to a perfect place. Or at least a place that I thought was perfect. My parents didn't understand, no matter how many times I explained it to them. Ms. Day (my therapist) knew exactly what I meant. Apparently, it was normal with others like me.
Though my depression was mostly gone and I felt fully healed, there were still scars. The town, this place, was a reminder of them. It felt like I couldn't escape. We would drive by Eclectic Academy, and I would see the kids eating lunch in the parking lot, and I would freak out. We would drive by the coffee shop, Soreleen Company, and other places, each time with the same reaction.
Ms. Day suggested I leave for a while, take a vacation. See the world outside of Iowa, feel it. Let the scars fade, the pain, and then face the past. With much arguing, my parents and I finally agreed to let me go to Louisiana.
Today was the day I leave. I was going alone. For how long? I didn't know, just when it felt... right.
"Have fun, sweetie," my mom murmured, hugging me. She handed me a bag of snacks and homemade goods. She kissed my cheek, "don't do anything too crazy."
"I better not hear of any more boys, got it?" My dad said teasingly, throwing my suitcase into the back of the car. He shut the trunk with a sad grin, blue eyes flashing.
I smiled, hugging both my parents at the same time, "you won't, don't worry. I love you both so much. Say goodbye to Sonya and Luke for me."
"We will. Do you know when you'll be home?" My mom asked, wringing her hands nervously. I sighed, tugging on a piece of my hair.
"Uhm- when it's right," I murmured.
They stared at me, melancholy understanding shining in their eyes. They smiled, waving at me as I climbed into the car. I waved one last goodbye, and then the driver took off. Heading towards the airport. Heading towards freedom.
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SCREAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
We're at the end! I don't know whether I should be excited or sad ;-; :D
So...
;,D *Tears of joy*
As is, I'm not sure if I will do the sequel, and if I do--it won't be out for a while. I've come up with a great concept and I've been working really hard! My desk is a mess of papers and index cards; these characters and being brought to life ^^So, I guess this is goodbye!
What do you think happens to the characters o.o?
I've written some stuff, so I guess I could give you a hint O.O
MAYBE LATER!
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