Every moment is a fresh beginning

Chapter 1

Sunday, 9:30 pm:

I'm not ready.
I don't think I'll ever be.
I don't want to be exposed to the public.
Not at this time.
Not after this summer.

I open my eyes and find myself staring at the framed picture on my white bedside table and automatically tears welled from deep inside and course down my cheeks.

Why does this always happen at the wrong times? Ugh.

I feel like I'm going insane with having all these mental breakdowns every time I see something reminding me of the past summer.

My heart aches.

I can feel my cold tears start flushing even more across my cheeks. I feel so venerable.

I hate this feeling...

"Violettt!" my mom yells repeatedly from across the hall.

I abruptly wipe away the silent tears with my hands and place the picture back where it's supposed to be, away from my clumsy hands before I break the one thing that's helping me get through this.

My mom slightly opens the door, checking if I'm alive since I did not respond to her constantly yelling.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"I wanted to talk to you, check if your okay" she answers.

"Ok? I'm ok, why wouldn't I be okay, I'm spectacular it's not like I died or anything, I'm just here siting staringggg.... At.... Um ..... The wall..." I blabber.

Smooth!

She looks at me with a concerned look. Waiting for me to explain my unusual behavior.

"you know walls can be very interesting, they help me think of ways to um... Annoy jake (Jacob)" I hesitate.

"Why are you so hard on him, he hasn't done anything to you"

"Yet, ok so is this why you came here, to talk about walls?" I question.

"Certainly not" she signs, then continues "I'm here because tomorrow is your first year of junior year, and-"

"Don't say it! I don't wanna think about it" I Interupt her not wanting to feel the terrible pain flush right back through me with my mom just spilling two words.

It's not worth it.

"See honey this is what I'm talking about, you'll have to talk about it sooner or later, it's not gonna change the fact that not only is it you fist day of school but also used to be a special day for you" she comforts me.

"Used to" I quote her words, then I speak "that was before this summer, it's not so special anymore, its actually more like the opposite"

"Listen v, i know how hard it is especially for you"

Great! The last thing I need is for my mom to metal in with my emotions. Just great!

" yeah heh, we used to have this small ceremony... cus it's supposed to be a special day, now it's just a reminder of pain that I don't wanna deal with." I say coming back from zoning out.

"Well hey, do whatever that makes you feel good, now go to bed better be ready for tomorrow" she talks while heading out of my room shutting the door softly.

Hope you guys are enjoying my story! I wanna thank Writer4245 for helping me edit my chapters she is a great help👻 I'll be posting the next few chapters soon so stick around😉

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