Lost Without You

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   The next day I woke up the same as the last. Holding the twins close, the birds had left for their cages sometime during the night and Roscoe went to sleep on my feet.

   It's been 4 door that I've been ignoring Jade and the boy's. I know I'm signing my death wish trying to ignore Jade Madison of all people, but I needed space to mope in peace, and clearly it's not safe here either. What a thrill to know.

   I gave all the food I brought up to Jay and  Ave's, food hasn't exactly seemed appealing for the past couple days. So I've avoided it.

   Checking the time my alarm clock shows 6:57am in bright red light. Usually I'm the type to sleep in till three in the afternoon, but sleep hasn't been too appealing either.

   The moment you close your eyes, you officially cannot control what you think, or see. So the moment I shut my eyes, I could get reminded of a happy memory. Or I can see a car running straight into them, with nothing they could do about it, or I could do about it.

   The twins are strangely independent 4 year olds. So after years of being ignored they've learned how to do simple things like washing themselves and getting food for themselves. Which how terrible it seems, and how sick it is that the 3 and a half footish kids, know how to take care of themselves.

   We spend the day playing in my room, Jay loves to sit and talk to Pearl. Even though that bird is crazy and incredibly stupid. It's a really cute combination to see Jay, so mesmerized by her. She adored my dad, hated everyone but my dad, so it's nice to see her find a new favorite.

   Avery on the other hand likes Rockey. Rockey is a super beautiful green cheek conyer. She has always been a little mean, but she hasn't so much as tried to bite Ave's. She used to be like this with Dustin. Dustin was way more patient with her than I could ever be, she loved him, as much as she could. So like pearl, I'm happy she has found some of her own comfort in Avery.

  I on the other hand have Rio, Spunk and Roscoe. The four of us are complete idiots.

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  Brad passed out on the ground last night, so obviously me being super nice, left him there.

   I picked up his alcohol bottles so the twins don't have to continue to see that every day.

    Apparently Brad kept the twins from having a lock on their door, which turned from being a good parenting thing, to them not being able to run from him.

   So every night its become tradition for them to just stay with me, since it's way safer for them. Just incase.

  Around one in the morning. The twins are sound asleep in my small twin bed as I sit up against the side on it, sitting on the floor. Getting up I go to my mirror.

   I haven't been checking my appearance much but when I go over, I see a large bruise covering most of my cheek. Usually I would cover it with makeup, but it's super late, so I don't bother.

   I check to make sure my door is locked for the millionth time tonight before going back to the chair next to the bed, and sitting down.

   I go over to my the boxes that I can't do anything with and I pull a book out of it.

  I've always been a huge fan of highschool romance books and always wondered so many things about them.

  Why does every girl in those books smell like lavender with vanilla hair?