I'm just a shell of what I used to be.

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"No! I'm showering first!"

I shouted uselessly at my brother as he ran past me and into our room.

Nic is about a foot taller than me, in fact he's a giant. He's 6'3", whereas I am only 5'4".

How is it possible that we are twins, yet with such different personalities and genetics?

Our father is the tall one in the family standing at 6'7", and our mother is on the petite side standing at 5'2". Even though some people in our family circle are, let's say, "in the clouds", we are still closely bonded.

Anyways....

I stopped running, and the elderly were shooting me dirty looks.

I gave them an apologetic smile, even though I wasn't the least bit sorry at all.

You can call me a heartless bitch, but the new me doesn't care about about what others have to say.

I dragged myself slowly toward the room down the hall.

I swiped my room card and allowed myself in.

Mom and dad had brought Mia down to the snack bar to get a snack before they all cleaned up.

Since Nic beat me to the shower that meant that he was going to take his sweet time in there.

I decided it would be a good idea to go tan by our private pool until he was done.

You may be wondering, why would you go down to the pool when you had your own?

Well the answer to that question is... our parents didn't like to show off what we had.

It was hot outside, scratch that... it was scorching, so it was perfect for tanning.

I squirted some sunscreeen into the palm of my hand, and applied it to my face, but I decided that this process took too long so I just squeezed a bunch all over me and I rubbed myself.

Yes I know... I'm supposed to be well mannered, but I am a lazy teenager.

Don't get me wrong I am usually well manner, but when I'm alone I tend to be more... carefree?

I'm me.

When I'm with my family and friends, they all expect me to be a certain way.

They expect me to be all classy, refinded, and well not me, well for the most part.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not a slob, but at times I'm not what people want me to be.

I mean I'm not Miss. Perfect, but everyone always expects me to be.

I wasn't born to be a Barbie doll.

I'm human and I have flaws, it's natural, but no one seems to understand that.

I used to be a goodie two shoes, I mean as good as a 16 year old teenager can be.

I used to be happy, and now I'm just "happy."

I used to think the world was fun, and I wanted to grow up faster, but with each passing day and year I've been thinking otherwise.

Growing up is tough, and the society that we live in is corrupt.

Hey that rhymes.

Hehe I know I'm funny.

Okay time for me to stop ranting.

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Not soon after I drifted off to sleep on the lounge chair by the pool.

No! Please! No! GET AWAY FROM ME! STOP! YOU ASSHAT!!! Not soon after I was caught. Through my struggling I could see him pull out a piece of white cloth. He tried to cover my face with it, but I wasn't going to let him drug me that easily. I won't go down without a fight. I still don't know who this person is. I've never seen him around before. There were 3 of them chasing me in the beginning, but they got called back. Just as I thought that everything was going to be ok, my mysterious kidnapper took the chance and appeared out of nowhere, so I ran as fast as my legs could carry me.

His hand lunged for my face, but this time I failed to dodge it. He shoved me up against the wall, and in the process he left a small mark on the bottom of my arm. The room started spinning, everything was turning black, and before I passed out I heard him say, "Sorry, but we had to."

Everything from then on became a blur. I don't know how long I was out cold, but when I woke up I was in my own room, dressed in my pajamas.

Had it all been a dream?

If it hadn't been then I should have a minute scar on the back of my forearm. Right?

I looked down at my arm and indeed there was a cut.

I opened my eyes and wrapped my arms around myself.

I was shivering, even though I wasn't cold at all.

I grabbed the towel off my chair and wrapped it around myself.

I slid the door open and went inside.

Nic was staring at me with his eyes full of concern.

"Kenz you okay? I was just about to go outside and get you, but I saw that you had finally waken up. Mom, dad, and Mia are taking naps. If you want to talk I'm here okay?"

My eyes had begun to water a bit, but I held it all in so it wouldn't lead to further questioning.

"Yeah I'm fine."

I gave Nic and hug and said, "I'm going to go shower okay?"

Just as I was about to shut the door I turned around and gave my brother one of my signature smiles that I have learned to master over these past few years.

"Don't worry about me, and before I forget to mention, I have a date with "Mr. Hottie McSexyPants."

His eyes went from being concern to full blown... how should I say it... a madmen?

"Makenzie! You've just met him! Get back over here!"

With that I closed the door in my brothers face, when he realized that I shut the door he started pounding on the door.

I loved pissing him off.

He has and always have been super protective of me, but ever since he found out about the Kevin incident he's been even more protective.

But since I loved him, it was my duty to make his life worth living, so as a good sister I annoy him.

I turned on the shower and tried to let the water relax me, but that day kept flashing through my head.

I never told anyone about it because maybe it had been a dream, but it all felt too real.

I've never hid anything from Nic, but I didn't want him to keep worrying about me.

I always feel so useless, and I feel like I'm a burden to everyone else, but I do my best to smile.

These past few years have been hard on me.

I'm just a shell of what I used to be.

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Yay I posted another chapter.

Awe poor Kenzie.

Why did she change so dramatically within the past few year?

Wait and fine out next week, or maybe sometime soon.

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