The Wattpad chick

~Chapter thirteen~

Quick note: You might wanna re-read chapter five and chapter nine if you don't really remember much. Those chapters are VERY important and will provide a better understanding of this chapter.

"Anyway, no drug, not even alcohol, causes the fundamental ills of society. If we're looking for the source of our troubles, we shouldn't test people for drugs, we should test them for stupidity, ignorance, greed and love of power."

-P. J. O'Rourke

I take a deep breath, letting the air fill my lungs before breathing out through my mouth softly. My chest felt tight with anxiety and my heart was thudding at an alarming rate. I wipe the sweat veiling my palms on my gym pants and glance in my mirror.

A raven-haired girl looks back at me, her eyes wide and filled with what can only be described as panic.

I sigh, running a hand through my dark curls, closing my eyes briefly to compose myself. When I open them, I look at the mirror again, steely determination flashing in my eyes.

After the death of my Papa, I felt lost and all alone, even when I was surrounded by people. It was like no one could see me hurting..not that I can blame them- I've always been good at concealing my pain. I never got closure or any answers. All I was ever told was that there were some very dark people in this town who were plotting against my Papa and they succeeded with their dark intentions. I was told that these people are a part of a "puzzle", the pieces of which my family was trying to put together. My need to know the truth was waved off as if it wasn't important enough. This was the main reason why I turned to Wattpad. It served as a temporary distraction, an escape from reality if you will.

Slowly but surely, I started letting go of my tight hold on the past. I began living like a normal kid would, trying to erase all my trauma. I thought I had successfully done so.

Then Elias Greene sauntered into my life, making me raise questions about events of the past long suppressed into the darkest parts of my subconscious which only resurfaced in the form of occasional nightmares. He made me realise that I was indeed not over it all and I would not be until I got answers. The answers which I deserved to get but never got.

Yes, I was aware that the path that I was taking could very well result in atrocious outcomes.

Yes, I was aware that I could not trust anyone completely and putting my faith in Elias - whose dad is suspected of murdering my papa - could come back to bite me in the butt.

Yes, I was aware that if someone saw me standing in front of my mirror, talking to myself, I'd be sent to spend the rest of my days in a mental institution.

Focus Sky focus.

I sigh.

Elias was willing to help me, to direct me towards the very much needed closure that he was trying to find himself.

I had to do this.

I had to earn Elias's trust.