Point of view

Chapter 14

Sky POV

The brightness of the sun seeped through my bedroom window, causing my eyes to involuntarily open. Squinting and trying to adjust to the sudden lighting, I groaned and didn't bother getting up.

I just lay there staring at my ceiling with a large sized poster of my favorite quote in life.

"Doing what's right can always be the wrong thing."

It's kinda ironic that this applies to BOTH major incidents in my life.

"Sky are you awake? It's time to get ready for school." My mom shouted from downstairs.

A sigh escaped my lips upon hearing the word school...or I would like to call it "Hell's Playground"

I got up and decided that there is no way I can get out of this one so might as well face the music. Thank God I have my headphones.....

I need a life.

After getting ready and dressed, I went downstairs to hear my parents talking in hushed tones but stopped when they saw me walking in the kitchen. Concern and worry laced theirs eyes but they try to hide it but it's not working. Ever since it happened, they would like at me like I was some maniac who would snap and murder them in their sleep.

My mom narrowed her eyes at my dad and after a silent conversation, he finally spoke.

"Hey champ. Would you like it if I gave you a ride to school?"

My dad is a lawyer and doesn't really come home that much but decided that he would take time off to make sure I'm ok and that mom isn't dead from a heart attack. He's been trying to get me to spend time with him ,seeing as we barely see each other, but every time I just shut him down. I can see the hurt on his face but I just need to stay by myself from now on. It makes it easier.

"I'm good dad but thanks anyways. I should get going, don't wanna be late now." I hurried out the house without so much as a glance in their direction.

When I reached outside, I began the dreaded walk of shame that I've dreading.

My thoughts ran wild and went back to the incident.

It's been 3 months since the incident with Ashton and his uncle.

3 months since the cops came to save us.

3 months since I shot Destiny. Since I killed her.

After she was shot, both the police and the paramedics rushed over to her to try and save her. They took her to the hospital but she was pronounced DOA.

I couldn't believe it. None of us could.

I just stood there rooted to the spot like my feet were made out of concrete. It was after a female officer took the gun out of my hand that I realized what I had done. I felt like I couldn't breathe and that was when I passed out from my panic attack. When I woke up, I got the news and my body felt like my blood were made out of ice. I couldn't hear anything the doctors or my parents were saying. The only thing I heard was a piercing scream that shook the room and I wondered where it came from.

Until I realized that it was me.

The only thing on my mind was that I needed to see her. I needed to see HIM.

I tried getting up to go find him, to see how he was doing and to tell him how sorry I was. Not that my words would mean anything. He just lost the only family he has left and I just took it away from him all because I wanted to play the hero and I didn't fucking listen.

I always thought my stubbornness would get me in trouble but this was nothing compared to what I had imagine.

The doctors told me that he was released a week ago and nobody has heard from him since. They tried helping him with the preparations with the burial and all but he just told them that he didn't need help. That what he needed was his sister to come back. When nobody said anything, he stormed out the hospital without a single glance back.