How Does One Simply Forget (Book 2- On the Edge Series)

On My Own

I didn't sleep at all that night. I laid on my back all night watching the ceiling fan spin round and round in a continuous loop never tiring never slowing down. I tried to follow one blade with my eyes until I had a massive headache squeezing the muscles in my neck and temples. I thought my head would pop right off from pressure. Honestly, I hoped it would. As it was, my head didn't pop off that night and I watched the sun begin to creep through the windows soaking my floor with a blinding light. I wasn't sure if I was happy to be leaving a family who hated me or sad that I was leaving the first family that ever wanted me. Well, they don't want me anymore. I slid out of bed at slinked into the bathroom. I notice more zits covering my face this morning. Ugh, teenage hormones are the worst. Once I finished scrubbing my face and getting ready for the day I look at the clock; 8 am. 

I would normally be getting dressed for school and since recently walking to the bus stop, but that isn't how this morning is going to work. This morning a moving truck is coming and I will leave this massive house, probably forever. 

The squeal of rusty breaks ring through my ears causing me to glance out my window. A Uhaul moving truck sits in front of our house await my departure. I throw some clothes into a suitcase and the rest into cardboard boxes that Mr. and Ms. Gabriel brought with them.

I take my own sweet time walking down the steps. I'd been holding myself together pretty well until I see Mason and Charley by the stairs, tears briming their eyes. I run to them and hug them both at the same time.
Their toned arms engulf me. My throat burns from holding back the tears.

I open my eyes to see my former parents hang their heads and fiddle their fingers. No sympathy flickers in my mind as I grab my suitcase and head outside where my 3rd life awaits.

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My new house isn't nearly as big as the Archer's but it's quaint. The ride here was about 30 minutes but it felt like 30 hours. I knew that they were trying there best to make me feel comfortable and welcome and I appreciate that but... I don't want to be comfortable I want to feel angry and hurt, it's normal. I unpack my belongings in my new home. I wonder how long this one will last? A light tap rattles the door.

"Yeah?" I shout. It's followed by a little squeak.

"Supper is ready." Ms. Gabriel says in a small timid voice. It fits her appearance. She is a small woman with blond hair and what looked like a frail bone structure. She wasn't model status but she was quite pretty. It supprised me that she wasn't married already, she had to be at least 30. I wondered if my mom looked like her. They might even have pictures if her. Momentary happiness floods my brain making it buzz with excitement, I might actually be able to see my mother. But thats thing about happiness, it's momentary.

Mr. Gabriel and his daughter made burgers for dinner tonight but I'm not that hungry. After we pray. I sit and stare at the burger.

"Are you a vegetarian or vegan Tris?" Ms. Gabriel asks when she notices I haven't touched my food.

"No, I'm just not that hungry. Sorry"

"Oh, no worries. That's totally understandable."

A strained silence floods the room like a tsunami.

"So you guys are religious?"

"We don't like the term religious. We believe there is a difference between religion and Christianity." My supposed aunt tries to explain.

I'm in total confusion. "But isn't Christianity a religion."

"Yes it is. But some people can have Christian religion without being a Christian. You can read your Bible and go to church all you want but that doesn't make you a Christian. It's more than just having Christian beliefs. Does that make sense?"

"Sorta." I say still pretty confused. "So if that stuff doesn't make you a Christian what does?"

A smile spreads across both of their faces. "Christianity is dedicating your life to the service of God. But it is so much more than that too."

I am truly fascinated by what she is saying. How can you be sure that God even exists? The Bible could easily be some kind of sham? What about all the evidence for evolution? Why do people believe in it if it means serving someone else your entire life?

None of this makes sense, but I'm intrigued. "I've read Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. I know about Jesus life and it's really interesting but how can I be sure it's real? There is no proof."

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Hey guys I'm sorry this took soo long I have REALLY bad writers block and it is soooooooo frusturating. I will be addressing some topics that have to do with Christianity so PLZ PLZ PLZ dm me with questions if u have any I WOULD LOVE TO ANSWER THEM! :). So much had happened since I last wrote on here and a lot more will happen in the next few months but I will try my best to keep updating. If you remind me to write another chapter that helps actually lol :) ;) LOVE U GUYS