Crossed Paths

Sea Of Blue

'I am weak. I am worthless. I am unwanted, unneeded. So what's the point?' I couldn't help to over think this life. The idea of living seemed so pointless at the moment. And it was never a good thing that I'm sinking this low. But, who cares?

I sat on my bed and put my elbows on my knees. Unable to do anything, but stare at the floor.

'Do everyone a favor and just down the bottle of sleep-aid and wash it away with a couple of burning shots of whiskey'

My inner beast spoke to me so harshly, but almost so convincing. 'Stop, okay? Get it together!' I tried convincing myself. My vision started to get foggy from the tears forming in my eyes. Trying my best to withhold them, a single tear fell and landed on the thigh of pants. Shortly after, another tear fell and landed next to the other. A red spot started forming where my tears had fallen reminding that I can't always hide it away.

I hadn't realized how long I was in the hunched over position until my arms were starting to make my legs fall asleep. I sat up on my twin sized bed an looked around my room.

My room wasn't messy like most teenage rooms would be. It wasn't perfectly in place, but close enough. I was never lazy because laziness was a sign of weakness. I wasn't about to show anyone I was weak, even with such a small thing as a messy room.

I heard footsteps and voices coming from downstairs. It was probably Tucker's friends that he forced onto mom. 'He's the reason everything is like this. Fúck him!'

My breathing started to pick up and I balled my fists. Thoughts came rolling into my head, provoking my fury. Flashbacks fogged my thinking. I kept turning my head hoping to shake the them away, but it wasn't working this time.

I felt a bruising pain on my arm. I was standing in the middle of my room with a glass jar that I had just hit my arm with.

I wasn't sure if I was breathing or wheezing or even in reality. I felt hate and anger. For the stupid bastard who was hurting us. For ruining my little brothers innocence and my mothers purity.

So much fúcking hate! 'Fúcking asshole!'

"Logan, STOP!" I heard a crying voice make. "PLEASE! You're HURTING him!!"

"Get him off me Celine!!"

"You RUINED US!!" I heard myself yell.

"Damn, get him kid!"

I heard sirens in the distance and I snapped out of whatever I was in. When I looked around, we were in the living room. My mom standing near us with a pleading look in her eye and a few unfamiliar faces. And Carson, 'Where's is C-'

My vision when black at the corners of my eye, only momentarily. I tried to focus on what was going on, but I was too dazed.

I saw Tucker get up from the floor and rise, about to hover over me. I shot up from my stumbled position and ran straight for the door before he could get to me.

I felt cold air flush over my body and I began to slow down. I looked behind me and realized the house was far behind me. I didn't stop running, though. I needed to keep running from this daze of anger and hate. I can't drown in the sea of blue.
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Nalia's POV
I sat at the table covered in numerous papers. I wasn't sure what they all meant, but they were my aunt's, Darlene.

I had a plate of corn, mashed potatoes, and a veggie patty sitting in front of me that was half eaten. I looked over at my aunt who was concentrating on a scattered pile of papers. She was in her pajamas that she usually changed into as soon as she came home which was about 45 minutes ago. She had her glasses on and her shoulder length, shiny brown hair pulled into a bun.

I decided to break the silence between us, despite the occasional rustling of a paper.

"How was work?" I asked looking up at her.

"Mm, well you know. Like it always is." She replied without breaking her concentration.

It didn't bother me that she was too busy for me, but I can't say it didn't sometimes hurt. I decided to just go back to the silence where I won't be disturbing anyone.

"Did you happen to get the mail?" Darlene asked while looking up from her papers. But, not for too long.

"No, I'm sorry. I forgot about it." Which was a legitimate answer seeing as I had a young boy and a hot older boy interrupting my daily schedule.

"Oh, well that's fine. I'll get it later." And she returned to her concentration. I thought about tell her what had happened earlier today, but decided against it. Would just be a waist of time.

I looked over her stack of papers and saw my moms name printed on it. Braelyn Mae Barren.

I stood up faster than expected and Darlene looked at me questionably.

"You okay?" She asked. I could almost hear the plea in her voice hoping I'd just say I was okay.

"Uh, ya. Of course." I quickly thought of an excuse, "I was just getting up to get the mail. Sorry about that."

I pushed back in my chair and headed to the door before she felt obligated to answer.

The air was cold outside, pricking at my warm skin. I pulled my coat tighter and walked over to the mailbox.

When I got to the end of our driveway, I sat a black figure running through the night. I could barely make out a facial expression, but I saw a frantic look. The figured stopped running and leaned against the fence across the street. I guessed that the figure was male from the built body. He put his hands on his knees and it looked like he was having a hard time breathing. I saw his legs shake and I jogged across the road to see if he needed help.

I wasn't trying to be creepy by watching him and all, but it caught my eye. As I got closer, I could hear his harsh breath trying to recover. And then I recognized the face, faintly.

"Logan?" I timidly asked.

He looked over to me and he looked confused.

"Are you okay?" I stepped a little closer.

"No..."
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A/N
Thank you, my fellow Wattpadders, for being patient! I'm sorry that the update took forever! I was without a phone or internet access for the past two weeks and I finally got a new phone yesterday. I apologize if the chapter is all that great, it was a bit rushed.
Anyways, don't forget to vote and comment! I love hearing from youguys and you ladies^^
~Signing off, Madeline