The Green Days

Prolouge

Picture of Alexis to the side

My life was perfect. I had anything I could have dreamed of. The perfect friends, the perfect family. But I was so blind, so blind to see that everything was too perfect. That there was always something off about the way my family could fit in so well with others. I was blind and stupid to think that it was possible to live so care - free.

My mother came home one day and everyone could tell something was different. It made my father anxious. It made my sister's eyes widen in fear. It made me tremble. We were so closely knitted together that we could tell when the other was in pain. My mother wasn't in pain. She was quietly planning her own escape. I wish that I was smart enough to realize this earlier. I wish I was smart enough to go with her.

That night I heard my mother yelling at my father. They were arguing about how 'we can't keep doing this',something they never mentioned. My mother had said that it had gone on long enough and that if my father didn't end this now she would leave. And that morning she did. But not in the way that you would think.

That warm, spring morning we found her body hanging from the ceiling, a rope tied around her neck. My sister screamed. My father gasped. I cried.

We were all so different, but exactly the same. The morning my mother committed suicide the grass in our front yard began to yellow. It was a permanent flaw to our yard. To us. Proof that we weren't perfect, that we were not meant to be flawless.

I had been so humble and oblivious to what was going on around me that I barely understood my life after everything went wrong. But now I'm looking out my window again, wishing that I could crawl into my backyards soil and live in those happy days. The peaceful mornings, the breezy nights. These are the days that I wish could last forever.

These are The Green Days.