The Way I See Things In My Darkest Hour

Chapter 1

It was a blur. An intense, like a hurricane blur. And I remember it all.

It happened at the beginning of September, a few days before I started whatever I was supposed to do. I refused and I swore eyes were staring me down as I passed through the streets. After all, it was a small town and my dear (suckish) family were like dessert after eating healthy meals for a whole year.

My Mom, Amber, is a simple woman. She was everything to me. She is beautiful, kind, but lacked confidence. Well, she had it but it was diminished when she met him.

God, I can’t stand him!

His name was Freddy, and my Mom and he are married. Mistake #1. We all warned her but I’m afraid we’re at the point of no return. Freddy was not cool and he just doesn’t see his ways. Every 6 months its WW3 but none of us will leave. But I’ve had enough. My brother, Adam, is thinking of leaving and I begged him.

My dear sis can’t leave shes only a child and it devastates me.

My Mom won’t go! She’s definitely not the woman who raised me.

I have my bags and I’m going somewhere and that’s when it changed.

I arrived in California. It was night time and I ached. I fell over.

“Miss?” I heard.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“Zelena, I know you,” he chuckled.

“Who are you?” I demanded.

“Arthur,” he knelt down.

I tried to stand up. He gripped me.

“Careful lass,” he steadied me.

“Close them,” he smiled.

I knew he meant my eyes.

“You really should be more careful,” he steadied me again.

“Authur,” I mumbled.

He set me on a bench.

“See you, and welcome to Cali,” he smiled.

“Wait-,” I opened my eyes.

He was already gone.

The sting of him, intriguing but new was grounded in me.