"Why do you push everyone away?" He asked. "I don't" my voice came out sharp and dull. He sighed. "Your grandparents didn't mean to upset you" he finally said. "I don't care what they meant to do. I'm so done with every price of bullshit my life brings" "you choose to ignore the good Expects of life and you focus on your from past. Let me help you" he whispered. I faced him "why would you want to? Why are you so obsessed with the idea of "saving me" I don't need to be helped! Just leave me alone!" I cried then picked up the pace of my walking. After a while I realize no ones there anymore. Just then I felt darker and emptier then I did moments ago when he was near. My cell phone vibrated violently in my pocket. I pulled it out to see the land line number on my screen. I was debating on answering or not. It began to rain and I just continue to stand there starring at the caller ID. Eventually the call ended but it wasn't long before the screen lit up again with the same number. I answered this time. I didn't speak I just listened to see what shit they had to say. "Cassie, Cassie are you there? Cassandra?" It was grandmas frantic voice. You could hear Grandpa in the background but I could t tell what he was saying. "I'm here" I said flatly. "Oh Cassie! Just come home! He called the therapist. He's here to talk to you. Cassie let him help, let us help." He words reminded me of the boys. "Can't you see I don't want the therapists or doctors! I'm fine and I'm working this out on my own!" "You don't have to be alone" "I know. But I want to be. Maybe you should listen to me for once in your despicable lives!" Once i said that I automatically felt gult swirl in my stomach and throat. I ended the call before I could hear the hurt in her voice. "That wasn't nice" a voice said. I jumped out of my skin as the boy stood in front of me once again. I frowned and pushed past him to keep waling. I hated how his mere presence made me feel better. My feet made a squish sound as I stomped through the mud. I decided my walking destination was town. "Go home Cassie. Your soaked" he sighed. I shook my head "no" i knew he was gone again because I felt depressed again. I ignored my feelings and kept on walking. I eventually made it to town. It was a small group of small shooed right next door to each other. And it had a beach and docking harbor that it was known for. I sat on a bench in the rain holding I would be lucky enough to catch pneumonia or something. My hair was soaked and I felt the water coming through the cracks of my boots and dampening my socks. My toes felt slightly numb from the coldness and every few moments a shiver would violently run down my spine. I pulled my soaked jacket around me more. The wet sleeves clung to my skin as well did my pants. I didn't care. I sat peacefully watching the rain fall around me.
