The Silence Of The Broken

chapter three...

-Maeve-                                         

The trip to Washington took forty-five hours , mum and I shared occasional glances with thank-you's and please.

The journey was mostly boring and quiet except for the radio that played while we were in the car. The trip was filled with drive thrus, regular stops to the bathroom, gas stations , a one time trip to the nearest motel and a proper fresh-up time.

When we arrived Washington, the gigantic buildings, the occasional noise, the smell and of course the crowds of people we passed on the highway, was supposed to be thrilling but it wasn't. At least not for me.

We finally arrived at 6th avenue, Bellevue town, Seattle and my butt was glued to the seat. Literally. I was so relieved that I could stretch my aching legs since we had gotten to our house.

The whole trip had taken about fifty hours and my mum had been quiet after 'our little' encounter at the parking lot.
Our bags and furniture were already packed in.

The house wasn't that bad, actually it was quite pretty. colours of blue, yellow, green and gray filled the exterior of the house in splotches.

The house was like the traditional American house. White picket fence, well mowed green lawn and a nice brick house with a dog running around with a swing or a  slide, except for the last three.

It was beautiful, trust me. I just didn't stand and take it all in with wide eyes and open lips like my mum did immediately we got out of the car.

It was really dark when we finally settled in and ate  dinner of toast and eggs. Mum had moved to the living room to watch my one time fav seasonal movie 'Bones' .

I knew it was a ruse for me to come sit with her in front of the hearth and watch it with her but I wasn't up for that. I cleared and cleaned the table, washing our dishes before going up to my room.

My room was of less wild blinding colours, lilac with gray polkadots with a bed the size bigger than the last one I laid on, adorned the side of my room near the window. The bed looked bigger than I remembered it, mum had changed the interior of the house especially my room. Barbie dolls and posters had been replaced with modern day teenage wardrobe, furniture and colour.

I actually liked my room and took a minute to take it all in before I stripped to take a bath.
Letting the hot water run through my body, I let the hot water sting my eyes before I scrubbed.

I let them get teary so I wouldn't be able to see my body and recall in painful detail how I had named each scar on my fingers and forearms even though I had no clue how I got them.

How I had lost count of how many scratch marks I had on my shoulders.
Done with shower and dressed in pajamas, I walked to my backpack I had brought with me and took my dose of my medicated sleeping pills.

I honestly didn't think I needed the sleep or the horrors it brought but I was at a loss. I'd take the induced sleep if only for the calm and silence it brought. I climbed into bed and closed my now heavy eyelids and before I drifted off to my dreamless sleep, I heard my mum walk into my room and felt her kiss my forehead.

Day two living in our new, Well not exactly new. I mean this house used to be our vacation house before dad died. He'd take us here when I was little. When he'd get a week or two off of work.
I almost don't remember his face or his voice but the memories I have of him are etched in my heart and I know it like the back of my gauntlets.