ANDREA

Saying your in-love with a certain time in the day sounds, at first, quite strange. But when the sun is still hidden behind the horizon, instead of darkness, the room becomes a light, almost silver darkness, echoing a deaf silence through my brain. It's this time, right before the sun greats the world, that I am eager for every single day. Today, I find myself savoring the loud silence more then normal, the prospects of the impending day weighing on me more than I'd care to admit. I was starting my new life today. It all I went very fast. A month ago, I was an honor student in one of the most prestigious schools in New York. It was the beginning of my senior year. Now, I was beginning the rest of my final year at school, in a forgotten town in Alaska. I suppose the targeted murder of both your parents and the rest of your remaining family will do that. The reality was, this was where I

My body feels heavy as I wake up the next day. Like very morning since my parents died, I'm awake before the sun, padding into my bathroom as the world is still. I cut directly to the shower, picking the crust from my eyes with each step. The knob is cold under my hand, but I twist it on anyway, waiting as it sputters to life.  The water is overly warm but I sigh in relief as it washes over my face. I collect some in my mouth, swashing it around and let it spill down my chin. I tilt my head back and let the hot water warm my chest. Maybe the heat of it could help the heaviness I still felt there. I don't know how much time has past when I turn the water off. The bathroom has turned into a fog, even the windows are misted over. Unbothered, I shuffle out, keeping my towel close t

I walk into the house, still drenched, still pant-less. Do I care? Absolutely not. I'm thankful that no one seems to be home as I walk to my room.  Andrea?" Christophe barges through my door just as I close it.So much for an empty house."Yeh?" I ask him. "I," he begins then stops, "where are your pants?" I look down at my bare legs and shrug my shoulders."Doesn't matter," I look up at him to find him starring at me, his nostrils flaring slightly."What have you been doing?" He asks me tensely. His normal softness completely gone. I don't respond, instead, I shrug my top off and walk towards the bathroo

"Your kidding," I blurt. Brain cackles at my face. He's dragged me through the forest, then forced me to hike up a small hill. Eventually halting once we reached a peak, which overlooked a small area of water below. Basically a pond for ducks, in my opinion. I voice as much. Will, Dyl and four other boys whose names I learnt then forgot, look over at us. "It is not a pond," Brains huffs a laugh, "it's a small lake, that's extremely deep.""And you felt like telling me this because?" I'm acting dumb, but it's because I don't want to consider the truth."You're cliff diving with us Bec," he speaks slowly, like talking to a child, "it's perfectly safe, we do this a lot." I glare at him. "So we're cliff diving in clothes?" I ask, indicating to my sweater and tight jeans. The weather was still frosting. Spring was close, but not

I was relieved as I stumbled into my room. Relived to be in four walls again. And away from the world outside. From the crazy life I now had. I had dashed out the car quickly, running into the house. Basically bodied past Chris, who was also quick to get out the car. He was keen for another lengthy argument or scolding. I didn't know - didn't care. I had run into my room. Slamming the door shut, locking it. I was done with his possessive bullshit. "Andrea!" He slams his hand against my door, pushing against it as hard as he can,"open it." I roll my eyes, attempting to push my large drawer in from of the door. I'd hoped he would take the hint. Clearly not. "I'm done with the talks Chris," I say, pushing the dam heavy drawer, "your not my father or my keeper." The draw finally slides, fitting perfectly in front of the door. I'm aware this is some childish bullshit you see on the romcoms but my desire to not talk is ten fold. I stay planted in front of it, holding onto