All The Inbetweens

Chapter 1

Suzy's POV

Senior year. Big sigh. This is the year I get my diploma, leave everything behind, and save the world from it's problems. Well, except political-wise. I'm more of a hands on person. I would much rather be healing people than dealing with world peace. Like seriously. I know It's a big deal, but I think I'd make a bigger difference in this world if I became a doctor or something. Random fact, my bestfriend Juniper Carter knows me more than anyone else in this world. I don't feel invincible when I'm with her. She's basically my only friend...and the only person I can trust.

Leone's POV

I can already sense something wrong is going to happen today. Maybe I'll trip over some books or suddenly break a limb. Anyway, that'd be kinda nice; being excused from school on the first day due to "breaking" a limb.

Suzy's POV

Now that I actually come to think of it...it's been a year and a half since the incident. The incident with James Davis. I made the mistake of comitting my life to the only one who I ever opened up to, really (besides Juniper). I still remeber that night, clearly. We were both blinded by each others sinceritites, which led us to failure. I had to leave North Carolina because New York happened to be the place where the majority of my relatives lived. The night I told James about leaving he became very cold and urged to never see me again. I walked away as soon as the words from his lips formed. I could feel tears slipping from my eyes. I couldn't believe how he reacted. Everything seemed to be a lie. Every "I love you" I heard from that day on became a remembrance of how fake those three words were. I looked back to see if James was still there, but suddenly, I felt a hand, smack me across the face. I laid on the floor for about an hour or so before hearing ambulances and loud noises. I promised myself to never get in this situation again, let alone, love again.

Leone's POV

For as long as I've been alive, I've never met my father. But it's okay. It's been like this all along. I guess you just get used to this type of stuff. The first time I saw my mother weak was when I was about 10. I slept on the couch and woke up to this loud crying. My mother had a razor in one hand and her suicide note in the other. I don't remember how, but my body had the energy to get up immediately and yell "STOP." I could not accept the fact that my mother was weak. She had always been strong for me when I was sad and at my lowest point. Seeing her weak and vulnerable made me feel some sorta way..as if I wasn't good enough as a son. I blamed every fault and mistake she made on myself and I don't regret it. She would have never dealt with all these mental illnesses if it weren't for me being alive. Sometimes I wonder how life would have been for her if I weren't born. Maybe she would have been happier and went to college; and pursued her dreams.