I hear birds chirping and I felt the sun in my eyes. The cold grass was beneath me and I had realised I had fallen asleep. My phone was buzzing and I bring it out of my pocket. I had many missed calls from my family. I knew I was about to be interrogated when I got home.
As I skated down the street, everything had seemed peaceful. Almost as if some weight was lifted off of me. Or maybe it was because I just woke up and the morning cold was getting to me. It was probably just making me very delirious.
I was approaching my house. I pick up my board and my feet led me inside. As I close the door, I could already feel stares behind me.
"Where have you been?" My mom asks with relief. She embraces me in her arms.
"I was just out." I answer. "Just thinking."
"We talked about this, you can't leave whenever you feel like it." My dad stated. "You're in a lot of trouble, we were all worried."
"What did you think I was doing?" I laugh coldly. "Finishing what I was started?"
"Watch your mouth." My mom growls. "We're just worried about you-"
"Worried about me? You're not worried about me. You're treating me like a prisoner."
"There's rules and you must abide by them."
"Yeah." I reply. "Whatever."
As I begin to walk away my dad grips onto my wrist.
"We're not finished, Ethan."
"What do you want me to do?" I ask. "Sorry. There. Happy?"
"We're looking out for you!" He yells.
"Yeah? Well I needed it along time ago and none of you were there for me!" I scream.
He rolled his eyes. "You need to talk to us.
"I fucking tried that! None of you ever cared about me!"
"Watch your mouth." He growled.
"Why can't you just all leave me alone!"
"Because you caused a girl her life! You killed her!" My dad shouted.
The house went quiet. My heart was shattering into millions of pieces. Grayson stared at my father with anger, his fists were clenched.
I stared straight back at him. Letting him know that his words shot through me like a bullet, right in my chest. They all stared at me and I was hoping the world would just swallow me whole.
"You're right." I whisper. "I did."
"Ethan-"
"And I can't live with it anymore." I agonised. "I just can't."
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Time (Ethan Dolan)
Fanfic"Three days, Ethan." She whispered. "Three days until I'm supposed to meet the one I'm supposed to be with." "We can make it work." I cry. "That's not how it goes."
