You No Longer Walk Alone~Blake Bliss~

~10~

The next morning the late morning sun shown over the truck. I blocked my eyes and shook Blake awake. "What, what?!" He sat up quickly with his tired eyes. "We fell asleep in the back of the truck!" I laughed. He looked at the view and shrugged his shoulders. "It's not that bad. I mean at least we slept. Plus who wouldn't love waking up to this?" I looked up at the sun. "Me." I grumbled under my breath. "Can we go home now?" I said grumpily. "Sure."

He climbed out of the back of the truck first then helped me out. "Thanks" the ride home was silent and I almost fell asleep again. I never wake up earlier then 12:00 and it was 9am. We finally got home and I walked right in and laid in the bed. Slowly drifting back to sleep.

'I noticed I was laying in my old bedroom before we moved to Canada. I noticed former Vale staring at the new and improved Vale. Then can you guess who walked into the bedroom? That's right my parents. It was silent but they were both very angry and I could tell they were screaming at her. She turned around in fear and I clearly remembered that day. It was the day right after my brother disappeared. I also realized I was stuck in my full body mirror staring at the scene unfolding in front of me. My parents were yelling at me for being a careless sister and not looking for her younger brother good enough. I sat on my old sky blue bed emotionless. I believe that was also the day my depression flooded through my body. My mothers hand connected with my face and my fathers fist smashed into the mirror shattering it to pieces and that's when my vision blurred from the scene'

I shot up from the bed and wiped the beads of sweat from my forehead. My breathing was quick and I could feel tears poking at eyes. I threw clothes out of my suitcase as fast as possible. I finally found my small blue box and ran straight to the bathroom. I struggled to open the box but once I did there was no stopping me. I craved the feeling of the cold piece of metal on my skin.

This is what happens, everything starts to go great for a little bit and then it all falls apart. I lifted my shirt up revealing the scars from the one night my brothers photo ended up on my door. I retraced the scars with the blade and the added a few new marks. Blood drizzled from the dark red cuts. Blake knocked on the door, "Vale, can i shower?" i'm going to hang out with Max today and try to work things out!" i paniced. "Uhm yeah! Just give me five minutes!" I heard his footsteps walk away from the door and I quickly grabbed toilet paper and wrapped a bunch of it around my stomach. I tied it off at the end making sure not to wrip it. The toilet paper would hopefully soak up all of the blood. I did not need another episode of the other night. 

I pulled my shirt back down over my stomach and stared at myself in the mirror. I spotted the purplish-red mark on my neck. I lightly traced my index finger over it smiling at the memory of last night. Even though I felt the uncomfortable sadness I couldn't help but smile when I thought of Blake. He just made me happy. 

I walked out painting the fakest smile on my lips. "Go ahead Blake, I'll be in the living room!" I heard him rush into the bathroom and the water turned on. I simply plopped myself down on the couch and put my head back. I had no clue of what I was going to do today. I was unable to go home because my parents would probably murder me. I couldn't call anyone because I hadn't made any other friends other than Blake since I've moved, and I didn't know of any shopping malls nearby.

I pulled an old knit blanket off the floor and covered my cold body with it. I heard the blow dryer in the other room, indicating Blake was out of the shower. I smiled and grabbed the remote off the side table. I hit the red power button and just flipped through every channel possible settling on the jaws movies again for Shark Week. They didn't play any good TV in Canada.

A few minutes later Blake walked into the same room where I layed and grabbed his keys. "I should be home within an hour or two, when I get back we can do whatever you want." I nodded keeping my focus on the television. The front door shut and I watched him pull out of the driveway through the window. This day couldn't get worse. First I have that terrible dream about my horrifying childhood, then I cut again, and now Blake's leaving me alone for a few hours with nothing to do. I decided now would be a good time to go home and grab more things. Probably not, but it was something to do. 

I walked in Blake's bedroom and searched through my cluttered suitcase until I found an outfit that my parents wouldn't call me a slut in. I stripped down and pulled on a pair of faded skinny jeans, a navy blue tanktop with a sheer floral half sleeve jacket. Next i pulled a gold necklace over my head with a sun charm attached to the chain. Next i slipped on a pair of white ankle high socks and tan colored boots with a medium length heel. I checked myself in Blake's full length mirror and cringed at the memory of being stuck in one in my dream. I knew I had to figure out some way to hide the hickey from my parents. I covered it over woth concealer and other makeup that hides things like acne. I checked over myself one last time in the mirror before mentally preparing myself for the shitstorm about to approach. 

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sorry for the short filler. Like she said there is going to be a shitstorm. Hope you like this kind of cliff hanger. Another update will be soon!

-Caroline