That's Life

Chapter Two

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"One
Two
Buckle my shoe.

Three
Four
Shut the door.

Five
Six
Pick up sticks."

"Caroline, shut up."

"I'll be quieter. I'm quiet as a mouse. "

"Did I say be quieter, no I said 'shut up.' Will you ever learn to listen?!"

Swoosh

Before I knew what was happening, my cheek was stinging. I reached for my cheek, and l felt a little tear roll down my sore face. I wanted to ask why he hated me so much, and what I ever did to him, but I knew it would only cause me more pain. He blamed me for the incident. It was just an accident. I was so young. I didn't mean for it to happen. But that's the thing with accidents, you can't undo them, no matter how bad you want to.

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I wiped my eyes as the flashback played over and over again. No matter how much he changed, he was still that person. I won't forgive him for that, I can't forgive him for that.

People always said holding grudges isn't healthy, but I think some people hurt you so bad, that there isn't a way to get over it. Some things cut you too deep. And just like some injuries, they gradually get better, but if it was really bad it might leave a nasty scar. Morbid as it may seem, it's the truth. And all I've got are scars. Scars from stranger. Scars from friends. Scars from family. And scars from the person I once cared about more than anyone.

Ya know, despite everything I've gone through, I consider myself pretty normal. I still get up and go about my day just like everyone else. Sure, every now and again, I just want it to be over, but who hasn't had a day or two like that? I guess I just have them a little more than most people. If you seen me at school, you probably wouldn't believe I'd be a person who goes through a lot. I don't talk much, but I still put on a pretty good facade. I'm thinking about joining drama, because I'm one hell of an actor. Because the fact of the matter is, no, I'm not fine. I'm not okay, heck sometimes I'm not even decent. I get up, and I do whatever it takes to get through the day. Then I go home and lay in my bed and think about my demons. That sounds a little depressing, but I can't help it. I feel like I'm trapped inside a little ball of sadness.

I was so deep in thought, that I almost didn't even realize someone sat beside me.

I quickly pinned the person to the seat and held a knife to their neck. "Who the fuck are you? And what do you want?"

The look on the person's face was not fear, but shock. And maybe a little amazement, I don't really know, they looked like a constipated cow from what I could make out of their face. It was dark, so I really couldn't see much. "Well aren't you just a firecracker," croaked a husky voice.

"Answer me," I said as I slowly dug the blade more and more into the strangers neck.

"I'm just looking for my keys. I lost them and I had to walk to school this morning."

"Okay, but if I let you go and you so much as try to lay a finger on me, I'm chopping your hand off," I warned in a serious tone.

"Rawrrrr, someone's feisty"

"Just find your damn keys and leave," I snarled, sounding scary even to myself.

I watched the stranger walk towards the picnic tables, they set about 100 yards from the pond. He turned on his phone flashlight and looked around. I could see his figure better now, he was tall, maybe 6'1 and he was very built. Kinda regret almost killing him, he probably doesn't want to date a psycho. Oh well.

After watching him struggle to find his keys, I got up and walked over to him. "Need any help?" I asked. "You gotta knife on you?" He said chuckling. "Well duh, but I put it back in my boot."
He looked up at me, with a slight smirk and said, "well that's reassuring."

After about 15 more minutes he gave up, so we went to the bench and sat down. "Long night?" He seemed sincere when he asked. "The longest." We sat in silence, but it surprisingly wasn't awkward. We just sat and listened to the ducks and the crickets.

"You wanna do something?" I said as I got up and looked at the stranger.

"What?"

I slowly started to walk towards my car. Turning around every now and then to see if the stranger was following me, he was. When we reached my car I heard him say, "this crazy bitch is probably gonna murder me, and shove my ass in this trunk." I laughed, but continued to search my trunk for what I was looking for. "Here we go," I mumbled to myself. The stranger just stood there looking hot, confused, but hot nonetheless.

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A/N/// ha ha. Cliffhanger. This chapter was kinda sad at first, but the story is about to get a whole lot happier. Okay, so it's already established, Caroline's pretty bad ass. You will eventually find out why she's so jumpy. This is so fun to write. Sorry if it sucks, but I'm having fun writing it so.... 🤪

XoXo, G