Chapter 1
Opals POV
Opal reached out toward the curtain and drew it aside in one strong motion. The light flooded in, bathing her in its warm golds, revealing to her the colors it had brought to the world beyond her windowpane. Her gleam chocolate hair sparkled against her olive skin. Her eyes could tell you a story, those grey eyes of hers are sliver-fire, you’ll always want to stay within her flame. Her touch was soft and her voice faint almost quiet but sweet and alluring. Every curve of her small frame stood out to all who had watched her, her innocence would catch the attention of many but her past even more so.
In front of the wall she built had been peace and pleasure but behind it had she only felt unhappy and dejection. The mind games that she had played with herself had also been a series of events that lead up to self-destruction and pain. The past may not define you, but the affairs might.
Through my white window frame, sunlight tells of a picture-perfect day awaiting. Only if it was a picture-perfect day I wouldn’t be here thinking about how terrible and dreadful it could be.
My mother passed away at a young age when I was about 7 due to a gunshot wound to the chest. My dad had also died when I was only 15, he and my step mom were driving alone in a storm up state . It’s been 8 months since it happened. I’m 16 now living a lonely and uneventful life. Up until now that is.
My step brother Alec has decided to play the parent role and become my guardian. He’s moving in this afternoon. I haven’t seen him since I was around 13 years old which still doesn’t change the fact that he is a stranger to me. As much as he might miss his mom I miss my dad as well so I have no choice but open up to some family.
My anxiety runs like a motor, I try to block my thoughts out again but its pointless.
I do what my trauma therapist tells me and take slow breathes counting up and down as many times as I need.
“one..two..three..four..five.....five..four..three..two..one” I repeat the counting about 2 more time before fluffing my red school skirt and patting down my black button up blouse. I adjust my knee high white socks and tie up my black leather dress shoes. I highly doubt that my thoughts will fade through the day but its worth a try.
I reach next to my night stand and grab my med container and open Monday morning. I take out the three that are inside and pop them into my mouth while taking a gulp of water from my glass.
I take my bag and swing it around my shoulder while walking out my bedroom door down the long hallway. My house was a kaleidoscope of memories, photographs on the walls, each of them conjuring the emotions of those sweet moments that I long for. I wash out my emotions of defeat.
The stone staircase was a solid pillar within this house. Upon it we played as children. Not I look up at is as I walk in every afternoon from school and stare at it till I can conjure my emotions an turn them into something else.
I started to think about Jaxon and how he must only be finishing his sophomore year of college just as I my junior year in highschool.
My father had married his mother when I was around ten and Alec around 15. We never spent time together but as soon as he has turned 18 he left and moved in college down in new York state. I had felt betrayed and alone. Now I have grown into a independent 16 year old.
But who am I kidding.......im a fucking mess inside and out. I cant keep this home in one piece. Luckily my aunt comes in every other week to check up on me and clean the place up. I pay for all coverage from the house with the money my parents had left behind which was going towards my college funds.
Thinking about it gives me a headache, so I grab my belongings including my phone and house keys and I take one last look at home and shut the door behind me.
My hand starts to nervously play with my gold necklace that hung right under my collarbone while my other plays with my natural chocolate curly hair.
I try to bring my emotions out from under me and think about the soft wind and smell of the air. This spring day the breeze had a sweet fragranced that wrapped around me as shawl against my uniform. I began to put my wall back up as I started to walk down my road. I always kept it up, even if it meant hiding away from everyone.
Even if it meant Alec.
