A New Life

Chapter Three

We arrive home at about eight in the morning. I can barely walk in the door, I feel so dizzy, so tired, so sad. My father just died. I don't know what to do. I fill a cup up with water, and sit at the table, and cry.

"I know it's hard." Octavia says.

She hugs me, and I can't stop crying. But then I do. I stop crying. I pull away from Octavia and sadly smile to her before heading to my room, an unmade bed welcoming me. I slam my door and sit on my bed, music playing from my phone. Music was always my escape. But lucky for me, Kodaline's All I Want was first on the shuffle list.

I grab a pillow, and punch it so hard, I can feel the pain of my fist on my leg, and I decide that I don't need the pillow, so I throw it against the wall, and punch my leg as hard as I can. Anger is consuming me. I'm angry at the doctors, for not trying to save him; angry at my mother for not doing everything in her power to save him.

Before I realize what I'm doing, I throw things across my room, pictures of me and my father, pictures of my mother, pillows, almost anything. I regret it straight after, looking at the cracked glass on the photo of me and Dad. I feel like that glass, shattered, broken. Broken glass cannot be fixed entirely, once you fix the cracks, you can still visibly see that it was once shattered.

I fall on my knees, in the middle of my room, and I feel like I have nothing left.
When you said your last goodbye,
I died a little bit inside.

Wrong. I died inside.
If you loved me,
Why'd you leave me?

I hear screaming. It takes me a second to realize that those screams are exiting my mouth. Now, I just sit on my knees, hunched over, sobbing and screaming. My door swings open, and Bellamy and Clarke sit beside me. The next thing I know, I'm in Bellamy's arms. He's treating me as if I'm his real sister.

Although the hug is soothing, my anger doesn't fade, nor does the pain.

*sorry for the short chapter