~ Please, Cherish Me ~
~ Prologue ~
"I don't think I'm fixed. People think you're like a car in a body shop. You go in, they fix you up and you're out and you work like you're brand new. It doesn't work like that. It takes constant fixing."
"That's it Honey. I've had enough!" Mum slams down her mug of hot steaming tea as she stares daggers at me. Exasperatedly, she runs a hand through her golden blonde hair, pushes herself off the black leather sofa, and stands up.
"What did I do now?" I ask, shocked; I don't recall doing anything which could have made Mum this angry. "I didn't do anything."
"That's the problem, Honey; you don't do anything anymore." She says, staring straight at me. "All you do is complain and sit around at home doing nothing. I didn't think there would be a time where I would say, get out of the house! Go and meet some friends, do something which isn't being glued to the God damn sofa, in front of the damn TV!"
I swallow a lump that has now formed in my throat, unable to find the words to disagree with what Mum has just said because I know she is right.
"I..." I begin but get cut off by Mum's angry stare.
"I don't want to hear it, Honey. I'm sending you to Camp!" Mum announces.
Stunned, I glance at Mum, suddenly feeling frozen in my space. Did Mum just say that she's sending me to Camp?
"You heard it right, Honey; I'm sending you to Camp. And don't think about disagreeing. I have already booked you a place." I quickly remember to blink, realizing I haven't in at least twenty five seconds.
"What kind of Camp?"
"A Camp for troubled teens..."
I stand nervously outside with my baby pink shoulder bag and my floral suitcase. I anxiously wait for the bus that goes straight to this Camp for "troubled teens" as Mum had called it. I woke up extra early this morning to get dressed and ready for what is apparently the "big day". Déjà vu hit me dramatically as I got ready this morning. It almost felt like I was moving schools or something. I didn't have time yesterday to phone all my friends and let them know I'm leaving and never coming back. Mum said I can ring once I get there, but not now.
I can't even begin to think what my friends would say or do. I don't even want to think about it because I know I'll just end up crying right this very second.
Standing in my denim shorts and light pink Love T-shirt, I glance up at the sky. There isn't a cloud in sight, just the clear light blue sky with the sun beaming down on me. My cheeks heat up from the light sun rays as they directly hit me. It feels like the sun is there especially for me, to wish me luck or something. The heat hits my bare, tanned arms and I feel like walking back into the house, hiding under my comforter in my bed and going to sleep.
You can't escape reality, Honey. A small unwanted voice, whispers in my mind. I do my best to push it far far away.
I hear the front door open, and Mum joins me outside. She stands beside me, and wraps her arms around my shoulders. "The bus is due any minute now, baby."
"I don't want to go..."
"It'll be good for you. Trust me." Mum turns me around and hugs me tightly. Tears suddenly blur my vision and without informing me, they fall endlessly down my distraught face. I silently cry in Mum's shoulder whilst she says random soothing words to cheer me up. "I love you, baby."
"Love you too, Mum."
Suddenly I hear the bus come to a stop right outside our house. Wiping away all traces of my tears, I glance at Mum; she kisses my cheek, and then urges me to get on the bus. "Ring me once you get there, darling, okay? And have a safe trip. I'll miss you, baby."
I nod and without looking at Mum's sad face, slowly step onto the bus. I feel both nervous and excited to see what awaits me at Camp.
As soon as I get on the bus, the noise suddenly turns to silence and everyone stares at me. I give a small smile to all the other teenagers, knowing that they too must have a tough life. But I don't get a smile in return. Instead I am greeted by numerous deathly stares which end up making me think that I probably won't fit in, at all.
Looking around, I take a small step forward, searching for a seat to sit on. Everyone is sitting with someome, and there doesn't seem to be a spare space in sight. I didn't know what kind of people I'd see at Camp, but I did not expect this. Not that I'm one to judge or anything.
One girl who looks to be around my age, stares at me with a raised eyebrow. She has bright pink, blue and blood red hair. She is exceptionally pale and has her nose pierced with a silver loop hanging from it. Even though she looks creepy-ish, she is the only person who doesn't look like they want to kick me off the damn bus.
I look to my left and see a large, muscular guy staring at me in disgust. He has tattoos all over his huge arms which result in not even being able to see any clean flesh on him. Scary much. I quickly avert my gaze elsewhere because he guy looks ready to kick me in the butt. Not that I did anything wrong though, but these people are creepy.
God Mum, what have you signed me up for?
I keep walking until I reach the back of the bus where there is an empty seat opposite a guy. Feeling relieved that there is somewhere for me to sit, I slump down and put my bag and suitcase beside me.
I observe the guy sitting opposite me. He is wearing dark skinny jeans, Nike sneakers and a grey hoody -with the hood up. I can only just see the colour of his hair which looks to be dark brown. The guy is looking down at what seems to be an iPod and I see the headphone lead coming out of it. Just as I'm about to close my eyes and take a short nap, he looks up at me. My breath catches in my throat when I see his piercing emerald-green eyes. I don't think I have ever seen eyes as green as his or a guy as hot as him.
His face is tanned, and an earring glints on his left earlobe. His eyes move lower and look me up and down; I blush under his scrutiny, suddenly feeling self-conscious. His full pink lips curve into a smirk and then he speaks, a low masculine voice coming from deep within his throat.
"Welcome to Camp Fucked Up. I'm Kyle."
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