**Small town girl Ivy Knight has planned out her fate. She'll leave the small town known as Silver Falls and make something of herself. That is till Maddox Silver comes back to town after being away for years. Dealing with her fathers death, her mot...
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By the time I had woken up the events of yesterday had weighed down on me. My body aching from the stress, my eyes swollen from crying myself to sleep. Do I even want to go to class today?
Fuck probably not.
Rolling over in my bed my shaky hand stretching out to grab my phone off its charger. Scrolling through my contacts I find the one I need and type my text out.
Text message:
Ivy: not going to class call me in
Malcom: what do you say?
Ivy: NOW! and please
Malcom: kk <3 u
Ivy: <3 u 2
Malcom huh, I haven't seen him in a while but he'll pop up soon hopefully. Honestly the last time I had seen him was when I first met Maddox. Thats been what about a month or so now ago. He's probably just laying low or something. His problem.
Placing my phone on my stomach as I lay on my back I stare at the ceiling. What the hell am I going to do today. Adrianna will be in class so going to her house is a no go, and I don't have work till later.
Well shit.
Rolling on to my side I decide ill just go back to sleep and pray that the pain I feel physically will go away mentally. Tossing and turning I cant get comfortable again.
Kicking and punching the bed I begin to cry again but this time out of anger instead of sorrow.
"Fuck!" yelling it out not caring. Why should I its not like anyone is here to hear my frustrations anyways. "FUCK! FUCK UUUUUGH!" Feeling better now that I got that out my system i swing my legs off the side of my bed and grab my laptop. Walking down the creaking stairs to the living room and flopping down on the couch.
Cracking open my laptop the screen comes to life. Typing in my password my sailor moon background pops up.
I'll submit my college applications then. I have three places in mind. Cambridge University, CU Boulder, and Yale. The farther I'm from here the better.
After submitting my applications I felt a little calmer. I just hope I'm able to get into one of them if not I'll see what my choices will be when time gets closer. Till then I'll just wait for acceptance letters.
I feel bad about how much of a bitch I was to Maddox but honestly this boy needs to get his shit together. I don't really understand him that much. He hangs out with us and we've had a couple moments together where I've enjoyed it. I-i just don't fucking know.
Really I don't. He has problems of his own but I don't know if I can carry extra baggage by trying to help him out. I have enough of my own right now.
Letting out a sigh I slump back into the couch. "What to do, what to do." There's a reason I don't stay home, and try to avoid it at all cost. Seems I forgot why when I decided to stay home.
The walls barren of any photos, the tv silent, the old fridge humming, and the loneliness I can't seem to escape anymore.
No matter when or where there will always only be me in my corner. Always just me. Sitting up reaching for the tv remote I barely get to it with my finger tips. Scooting it closer, snatching it up.
Flipping the tv on a...
Signal lost
Floats on the screen. Which only happens when Malcom forgets to pay for the cable. A quick call and 200$s shorter in my savings account I flip through the channels.
I land on the ID Channel. It's showing a rerun of the JonBenet Ramsey series. I just wished the poor girl could rest in peace already.
When I look at my phone again the time already reads 4:38pm well shit. I literally did nothing productive today. Felt good honestly. I don't even think I had gotten up to eat anything. When I go to stand my head spins. Yeah need to eat something.
Going to the kitchen wrapped in the blanket that always sits on the couch I open the fridge. Looking through the contents I grab an apple. There's a crunch as I bit into it and hold it in my teeth. Not wanting to let the blanket fall and having to close the fridge.
Finishing the apple I throw the core away, and head up stairs tripping a few times by stepping on the blanket. Honestly thought I was about to die that last time. Heading for my room I glance at the light brown door down the hall.
It's cracked open. Just a little bit. Walking ever so slowly I contemplate wether or not if I should open it. Staring at the door knob my free hand shakes as it inches closer to it.
"Mom?" Retracting my hand I get no reply. "Mom? Are you in there?" I didn't expect a reply either times since I've already tried many time before to be let down. Shit look at how yesterday turned out for me.
Pushing the door open I walk into the room. A queen sized bed lays in the middle of the room pushed up against the wall, with walk room on both sides. The bed is neatly made. Walking further in I sit on the foot of the bed taking the room in.
The closets sliding doors open just a tad and you can see a few button up shirts hanging. Unwrapping myself from the blanket I have cocooned around me it falls to the floor as I stand. Opening the closet door wider I see shirts. My dads shirts.
Still hanging there as if nothing had ever happened. Touching a lilac colored one my dad had always loved to wear for Easter, I look around the room again. This time noticing my dads stuff everywhere. His cologne, his underarm deodorant, his watch, his shoes going over to the dresser at the foot of the bed. I pull open a drawer.
One side my mothers clothes the other my dads. What's creepy is I've never even seen my mother leave the room to do her laundry yet. Here it is all nice and neatly folded. It's as if my dad has just gone off somewhere and he'll be returning. We all know he's not but this is what it seems like from just seeing this.
Pushing the drawer back in i even close the closet to where it was. Picking up the blanket I straighten out the bed spread, and leave the room. Closing the door completely this time.
"Ivy?"
Jumping clutching my chest, I steady myself.
"Yes?" I say looking at my mother.
"What are you doing?" She asks eyeing me then her bed room door. I follow her gaze turning around to look at the door as well.
"Um the door was open, I called out to you but you didn't answer so I went in." Her face drops. Pushing by me shoving me to the side she rushes and opens the door. When I go to follow her in, the door slams on my face.
