~ Broken Crayons Still Color~
Mariella Bonavento's life was perfect.
She had the perfect life, the perfect house, the perfect school, the perfect friends.
Her life was, by definition, perfect.
Until the most unexpected happens and her perfect lif...
|| It's hard to turn the page, when you know someone won't be in the next chapter, but the story must go on ||
- Humble the Poet
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One of the many therapists I've had, once told me that I needed to rebuild my forest- whatever the hell that meant. She had told me that I needed to build back up the trees of happiness and focus on the future- the light-and not the past. I told her I would work on it and then I never saw her again.
What I didn't tell her was that my forest was dark. The trees are sad and all the creatures have broken wings. I wished I could be in that forest rather than in this house.
The doorbell echoed through the house as I was changing my jeans into more comfortable yoga pants. I had no doubt that I would hear Eliza's remarks later but I could care less. My hoodie covered everything and that's what I wanted. To cover the marks that were left behind.
"Sweetheart! Come down, please! We have guests!" I ran a lazy hand through my curly locks and softly opened my door, not bothering to respond back to Eliza. She knew I was coming even though I had a habit of not showing up to things like this. I could see the look in her eyes earlier, the one that desperately hoped that I would join her for dinner this one time, so I decided I would. That doesn't mean I didn't think about running back up the steps a couple of times though.
As I made my way down, I could hear the soft murmur of different voices along with the Eliza's. My body inwardly cringed at the fact that I would actually have to socialize tonight and with more than two people.
I normally spent my night in my room after a session, locked away and sad. I was emotionally exhausted and every part of me hurt, Eliza knew that. She was lucky I was even coming down.
"She's not much of a talker, so don't take any offense if she is quiet." Eliza whispered-poorly- to her guests. I stopped for a moment, close enough to hear them but not enough to see them behind the wall.
"Is she mute or some shit?" A deep voice rumbled and a slap of skin followed quickly afterward. "Greyson Malcolm!" A woman's voice scolded this Greyson and he mumbled something incoherent. I took the quiet laughter from Eliza as my cue to walk down the remaining steps. The second my foot touched the floor, all eyes were on me.
My hands instantly went to my pocket and searched desperately for the rubber band. Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap.
"This is Mariella." Eliza beamed, her hand motioning for me to come closer. "Come say hello to friends of mine, dear."
An older couple stood in front of Eliza and a shadowed figured perched on the farthest wall stood in the entryway of Eliza's home. The woman with kind eyes and red hair struck a hand forward the instant I was in front of them. She didn't hesitate to take my frail hand in hers. "My! Such a pretty girl!" She gave a pat on my hand and I wanted to pull away.
