Gloaming

I love you

Cynthia's point of view
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I walk into my room with me and Octavia's luggage, she walks trudges behind me.

I tried not to show it, but I was very confused with want Kenya wanted.

I liked her.

She obviously needed a bit time to process.

I walked into the room.

There were two messy beds, and the carpet had a blood stain, but there was oxygen.

And that's what really mattered.

"I'm going to shower, choose your bed." I tell Octavia as I open my pink jansport backpack and grab some fresh clothing.

She nods.

I go into the small bathroom to the right of the beds.

The floors are beige and the shower is moldy, but I still was happy despite that.

I turn the crusty silver knob and a small amount of water begins to run from the shower head.

I undress myself, my clothes covered in dirt and filth.

I look at myself in the mirror once again.

I look even worse.

Bruises.

Cuts.

Sorrow.

This time the tears don't fall.

Instead I grow angry.

Angry at the world.

I turn quickly toward the shower, my blonde hair flipping.

I slowly expose my skin to the clean water.

It feels so good.

I couldn't help to let out a little groan.

I let the warm water hit my skin, pulling the dirt, dead skin, blood, and sorrow of my sensitive skin.

I begin to relax.

It feels nice to relax.

I then hear whispers lingering in my head.

"Mom picked you
Mom picked you
Mom picked you
Mom picked you"
Liam's voice echoed in head.

I start to breath heavy, the voice still echoing in my head.

I grabbed my head and hair, in attempt to quiet the voice.

But it didn't work.

At this point I can't breath.

The voice is forming into a distorted yell.

"MOM PICKED YOU"

I start to sob and the entire room grows blurry.

I fall to my knees and whisper to myself "I'm sorry, Im sorry" until I can't hear anything but the loud shower water, the distorted yells of my long lost brother, and my whispers to myself.

Then pitch blackness
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I'm laying on the beige bed staring up at the stain filled ceiling.

I quickly get up after a realization of what had occurred.

"Octavia!" I yell as I sit up on the bed.

"What?" She says, she sitting on the bed to my left reading a novel called "Divergent"

"What happened?" I say as I clamp my hand over my pounding forehand and scoot back on the bed.

"You passed out" She says, still reading her book, not even looking at me.

"Wasn't I in the shower, so you had to see me..." I say

She nods, still looking at her book.

"You dressed me..? All by yourself?" I ask.

She nods once again, not even looking at me.

"Geez" I whisper to myself. "I'm sorry you had to see that." I add in a louder voice.

She turns her head.

"One sister to another" she says with a smile on her face.

I smile back.

"I love you" I say.

"I love you too" she responds.