Everywhere I Turn {Completed}{Unedited}

07 | C H A P T E R

I glance down at my watch as I wait by my car. Five minutes ago, the school bell rang, signalling the end of the school day. I tap my foot impatiently. Isac should be here by now.

I'm about to get into my car to leave when I spot Isac jogging toward me, "Sorry, teacher held back the class."

I nod in understanding, "Get in. You want to know things. I'm ready to share."

I get into the driver's seat as Isac gets into the passenger. After a few minutes, I pull from the school parking lot, heading toward the beginning of the pain.

I pass by my house, continuing along asphalt roads until I turn onto a gravel one. I continue down it until I reach a raggedy looking cabin. The windows boarded up, the door spilt open.

I turn off the car. Isac follows suit as I step out of the car and walk slowly toward the rotten deck.

"What is this place?" I hear him ask from behind me.

"Ten years ago. Ten years ago, a happy family of four lived here. They had a sufficient income of money to keep them happy but not snobby. The two parents were in love, the two young sisters didn't know the definition of hate.

"They would have family game nights and Taco Tuesdays. They were happy. Ten years ago, the father had an outbreak with his job, earning him millions of dollars, so much money. The money consumed the family, all except the youngest daughter. Their parents started fighting, yelling. The sister started to grow abusive to her little sister when she was upset. They moved into a bigger house. The bigger house led to more fighting and yelling. The youngest daughter couldn't take the slang terms her parents called her, the hurt her sister caused her.

"At the age of fourteen, the girl bought a box. A box that had a lock and a key. She used her allowance to buy a pack of razor blades from the nearest store.

"When things got to bad, she would take her box out of its hiding place. She would write down her thoughts before taking out the blade, letting it tear her skin apart."

I turn toward Isac, pulling at the chain around my neck, pulling the key out from under my shirt, "She kept the key close, making sure no one had a chance to open the box without her knowing. She was careful, no one knew about what happened. Until one day, a boy butted in, making his presence know," she smiled, "Showing, proving, that he cared, even if it was just a little. That boy was the first, and only, person who knew anything. The girl hoped it would stay that way."

Isac looked at her, his mouth forming a small 'o' before it turned into a smile, "I promise. This will remain between us."

For once, I felt like someone actually cared for me.

It felt good to get it off my chest, all the things that I held back to myself and box.

This encounter didn't mean that all the pain and hurt would stop.

But, I hoped, it was a step in the right direction.

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