Chapter 1 The Key

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Lily's POV

Today is December first. The day hopefully things will finally change. Im moving to North Carolina. Im honestly not that excited. I mean I don't know anybody except for Nash and even then, I don't know anyone since I barley know Nash. Carter isn't much help either considering that he's a grade above me. Also the fact has barley been home anyways because of Magcon. He has never brought me to one either because he's SUPER over protective of me and doesn't trust any of the boys.

Nothing against them hes just a little bit to over protective sometimes. Of course I love him since he is my brother but come on man. Woman needs to breath. I know he means well but it's still annoying as shit. Maybe things will be different now that were moving. New place, new start.

I don't have to worry about losing any friends because I don't really have any. I never told anyone at school that I was THE Carter Reynolds sister because I didn't want to be just known as that and I didn't want anyone to treat me differently. Plus, I didn't want to ruin his reputation on the internet and everything since I'm kind of a nerd. So, because that I was a little shy, more kept to myself, and didn't dress like a slut i was bullied at school. They bullied me mentally and physically.

When the bullying first started, I switched schools a few times because I told my Mom. But as I kept hopping from school to school, I felt bad that my mom had to keep doing this every other month. So I found an alternative that could just get me through the school year. I only cut myself when it was really bad. So only about once a week and once on each arm. I have insecurities. Every girl does. I just happen to be a little more insecure and deal with it differently.

Once people at school found out I was cutting some how, the bullying just got worse and I became the suicidal freak. I have never wanted to kill myself, cutting is just a way to let out my emotions without hurting anyone else. That has gone on for about a year now. In the summer time, they just found me again whenever I went out of my house. Like do you not have anything better to do then stalk me?

I never told Carter about the bullying, cutting, or anything because he'd make this whole scene and feel bad about not being home. Since Carter is constantly traveling, he has just been homeschooling so he has never had a clue, or noticed my wrists. And I plan to keep it that way. I want that to all be behind me. I know cutting isn't good. Im really going to try to stop this time. Im just not ready to throw away ALL my blades. But I threw out most of them.

Im ready for this new beginning. Im not going to be the same girl that just keeps all her emotions inside. No more suicidal freak. I just hope this doesn't all back fire on me.

All of these thoughts and memories were streaming through my head as I stood in the shower. It had been about ten minutes so I should probably get out before my mom comes and yells at me to get out. I turned the water off and stepped out. I dried off with the towel that came with the large house since we were only renting it. I had to pick my outfit last night so I could pack everything else away. I have a backpack full of the stuff I would need for just today to make it to North Carolina.

Since we live in South Carolina now, it wont take us to terribly long to get there. (A/N I know thats not where he lived but in to lazy to go look it up. Its a fanfic so please just pretend😂) I washed my face along with the rest of my normal routine except I didn't put my contacts in because I'm just to lazy. I half blowdried my hair, then put my brown hair in a ballerina bun.

Since it's just going to be Carter and I in a car, I didn't really feel the need to dress up. I had a snug fit white V neck t-shirt, black joggers, and regular black and white vans. I did a natural smokey eye, eyeliner, light mascara, concealer/toner, and applied my mint eos for my make up. I packed everything up and took one last good look at my bathroom.

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