“Are you sure that you want to throw all of this away?” Izzy asked as she helped me clear my mini library in my room where I had more than three hundred books.
I looked at the book, and I felt a tingle of hurt in my heart with every book that we took down and put in the huge box. I looked at the sets of books that cost me thousands of dollars, and hundreds of hours just to read all of them.“Yeah, Izzy,” I said as I grabbed the set of Percy Jackson Books by Rick Riordan, and I could almost feel tears form in my eyes, “these books seem like they’re harmless, but I know in myself what they do to me, and I know how much these books affect me spiritually. I need to let go of these books and set myself free from myself and my addiction.”"Fine, but I still think that it's a waste sine you spent more than fifteen years collecting all of these books," she said as she arranged a few more books inHey everyone! I finished my other book, and now I can focus on this one and finish it quickly. We're already half way there, so I hope all of you are excited to finish this book as much as I am.
I took a deep breath and I braced myself as the bed rocked back and forth a bit more aggressively. I didn't scream or call anyone, because at this point, all I felt was anger towards whatever force was making this bed move."Stop it…", I whispered as I gripped my sheets to try and balance myself, "I said stop it. I mean it."My lips were trembling and every hair on my body was standing. I felt my sweat drip from my forehead, and I took calm breaths. I needed to be strong, so I closed my eyes and jumped out of bed.I opened my eyes when I didn't feel the floor. Instead, I saw myself falling, and everything around me was pitch black. I tried to strain my eyes and see past the dark surroundings, but I couldn't do anything.
It has been a few days since the dream I had, and that white and warm light appeared in my dream. I’m just living life one day at a time, and I try my best to stop thinking of negative things. I feel like for the first time in my life, I can try and convince myself that I’m doing great. “Hey, Shyne,” Perry called me, and I looked up to see her with a broad smile, “I kept sending messages to you but you’re not replying.” She said and I quickly took my phone from inside of my bag and checked. “Oh, I’m sorry, Perry, I was just so caught up in painting and sketching that I lost track of time, and I didn’t notice that my phone was on silent. I just used my laptop, so I guess I forgot to check if someone texted me.” She just rolled her eyes and smiled at me as she sat on the chair that was opposite of mine. We were now in the garden of our house as I tried to paint the flowers around me. It was one of the few times that I was extremely calm, and I feel like I didn’t have to think of anyth
"You told me to trust you and to not worry about this pathetic bastard! Or is this Rian boy a new one, huh, Shyne?! Are you that big of a slut young lady, that no one in this family was able to track down while hell you were in as a teenager?!" My father shouted. I felt myself turn cold, and I could swear that my hair felt like it turned white as nervousness settled in the pit of my stomach, and my entire body froze on the spot. I looked at the paper on my hand and glanced at the ones that were on my father's desk. I deleted these photos, and some of the photos didn't even come from me. They were selfies of my and Rian, and there were even ones where we just finished having sex and I had the bed covers surrounding me so only my shoulders and arms wer exposed aside from my head. I even had bed hair.
“This is your fault. You did this to yourself, and as much as I hate to admit it, you deserve to die,” A woman’s voice echoed, but my eyes wouldn’t open. “You’re such a failure! One disappointing attempt after another!” My head throbbed, “You didn’t even die after trying to drown yourself! You are such a disgrace!” A man’s voice bellowed with hatred. I could hear the two voices scream again and again with multiple insults, but all I could do was keep my eyes closed and hope that they couldn’t tell that I was awake. Their words stung, and I could feel the tears on the side of my eyes begin to build up and drop from my closed eyes. “You’re the reason she became this rebellious! You tolerate her uselessness, and now look at what she became!” The man shouted. “Me?! You’re the one who put all those ideas and pressure on her shoulders! YOU made her want to kill herself, and you have no one else to blame but yourself! Let’s just hope that she dies afte
My tears fell as I rocked myself back and forth while my mother and father were fighting again outside of my room. I locked myself inside my room, and knocked down one of the shelves to make sure they would not be able to open the door. I closed my eyes as I recalled how much anger was in my dad's eyes. Before he reached me, my mom was able to tackle him to the ground, and in a split second after my mom's eyes and my eyes met, I dashed back to the house and ran quickly in my room. I opened my eyes when a familiar sticky scent engulfed my nostrils. I remembered that scent, and I didn't like what happened everytime that scent was around. It was Rian's scenet mixed with his own scent after we had sex in the past. It was sticky and sweet, and it was as if our bodies were mixed with his body spray. I suppressed my sudden urge to vomit at the thought of his presence appearing again. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. I took deep breaths as the room became colder and colde
I blinked, and my dad was no longer there. However, I looked at the door as it broke down and fell to the ground while the furniture I used to block it was harshly pushed to the side. I realized that there were at least five people outside of my room, and the first one inside was my mother. "Shyne!" She ran to me and gave me a bone crushing hug and inspected me. She was saying something, but I couldn't hear or understand her. I felt like I was numb, and I was just sitting up and looking at her while she touched my face, looked at my arms, and I realized that she had tears falling from her eyes and rolling down her cheek. I looked to the side and I saw Perry and Izzy sitting beside me on either side a foot away. It was as if they were stopping themselves from crowding me since my mom was still talking. She was saying things that I didn't understand. I was so sleepy, and I felt like my body was getting weaker and weaker. Black. everything turned black, and I could hear worried screams
"So, you're going back to law school, and you won't even be going to tell mom or dad?" Alister asked as the three of us ate dinner.It was the first time in a while that me and my two siblings ate together without any one of us rushing to a meeting or school, or even bickering. We were just calmly eating and making small talk.I looked up at him, and I realized that he was indeed a grown up now. I nodded, and he just raised his eyebrows at me before shrugging and eating some more."You guys are boring," Izzy said as she took another bite of her fried chicken, "I was usually the boring one, but by the look on both your faces, I'd say I'm the most interesting one among the three of us." She said in a bored way.I smiled at her silliness. She was right. Me and Alister used to be the fun and active ones even when our parents were present. Izzy was always the one on the sidelines. However, I guess the family pressure and family business took over and we all just became sort of gray."Sis,"
"Shyne!" I fell to the ground, and a heavy body was on top of me. I groaned in pain when my head hit the floor a bit hard. "Oh my God!" There were different voices around me, but my eyes were still closed. I knew the voices, but the hit on my head was a bit hard, and I still had tears in my eyes, so I just felt like closing them. The voices were still talking, and I felt someone pull me into a sitting position, and the heavy person on top of me pulled me into a tight hug. I felt the big arms wrap around my shoulder, and my face was pressed on his chest. I hugged him back and I let my tears fall. I cried silently as my tears soaked his shirt. "Shyne, shh..." the guy said, and he gave me one more squeeze before letting me go and holding my face as he wiped my tears. I looked at the guy, and it was James, one of my four best friends in Law School. I looked to my side and I realized that Kimmy, Joyce and Loki were looking at me with worried faces. "Hey," James said, and he slowly help