Sincerely, the girl who loved you back.

Until we wake

The door opened slowly and he stood there as the delightful smell of carrot stew filled his nose. The sent put his mind into a sudden oasis. 

The red and orange savor took his body into a soft melt, The tang hit by surprise and softness filled the airways of his nose. He was home and that was good enough for the long exhausting day he had. He wandered to the table and sat down as his mother brought out the pot of carrot stew.

"Oh Owen your home, Just in time honey go wash your hands' ' His mother smiled lightly planting a soft kiss on his forehead. He loved his mother and as he reached the bathroom he knelt to grab the soap noticing a cut out piece of the cabinet. The rigid outline that was carefully concealed.

He reached his hand through the small crevice and his hand slowly formed around 5 orange bottles, All labeled with names he couldn't understand. They were pills. His hand was shaking, his family had a medicine cabinet and why weren't they there.Hunting for answers as his mind swirled worst case scenarios. 

He tucked the pills under the slip taking sharp inhales, his feet wandered out of the bathroom in a paced limp. Turning his back towards the door and into the kitchen that gazed a red light through the hallway.

"Is everything ok honey you look flushed" His mother started-

"Fine, Just hungry" He lied.  Maybe Owen's life wasn't perfect, well at least in his eyes. He wondered if he should ask about the haunting orange bottles. 

He had watched movies about people taking too much medication and them having the fake personalities. But that was movies and half of that stuff wasn't real. He hid his worried face with a smile as he scoped the food onto the spoon.

He wasn't necessarily lying, he was starving, but it's hard to swallow food when there's a lump in your throat.

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The breeze quickie jolted her away, The sky was dark and well past curfew.

"crap" Ivy muttered as she grabbed her bag and ran home. This happened all too often and she was well aware of the hell that was waiting past the threshold of her front door.

She was about half way home when she realized her feet were bare, Cutting rocks into her skin from the poorly paved road. 

Dirt smeared on her cheek that traveled down to the ends of her dress. Her hair was frizzled and a complete disaster. What could she expect as she slept in the damp grass for hours on end that night.

The lights were on, and the shadows paced back and forth through the drawn curtains.

"Great, Just great" she hissed as she reluctantly opened the front door. Her eyes meet with Myra, her stepmother. She sometimes related Myra as the evil stepmother in cinderella. 

The one who would scream and yell at you even if you took one breath wrong. She was used to the yelling more or less but she knew tonight would be a living hell.
    Myra turned around to meet Ivy's eveys. Her fingers tapping her watch in a mocking way.

"It's well past 1 am Ivy, I've waited here for you" she chuckled, "Look at you, You're a mess, What were you doing sleeping in a barn again? I wouldn't be surprised"

"Please stop" Ivy mumbled under her breath. The tall women looked even more furious. Her smirk creased the ends of her lips.

"Hmm, Talking back are we? She walked over to wipe the dirt roughly off her Ivy's face. But instead it turned into a slap heated against her now pale cheeks. 

"Don't you even try, God such a disgrace to have to associate myself with your prutired family'', Her eyes narrowed down to Ivy's bare feet. "What is this!" She yelled. "No wonder your mother left, how disappointed to see her child in such a way i-"

'Stop! Your nothing to me, you will never be anything" ivy hissed feeling her pulse in her finger tips. How dare she talk about her mother like that.

The tall woman snarled her teeth. Her smile creased her lips. She put her face near Ivy's "get out" she whispered, sending chills down Ivy's spine. Before thinking Ivy slammed the door and rushed out into the cold air. 

Her tears stream down her face leaving burning red marks. Her throat filling with air, she coughed and ran, having nowhere to go. The rocks pierced her feet but she couldn't feel it anymore. In fact she couldn't feel anything. The grass was cold as she hugged her knees to her chin, the tears poured out. 

She had nothing but this was it the joy of life and family that people spent their lifetimes searching for, stolen away from her once again.