Gripping On To The Truth

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 6 (v.1)

Submitted: August 01, 2012

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Submitted: August 01, 2012



I walked down the road. It was such a small town, that the roads were gravel. I didn't even know that they made those anymore; until I moved here. There was an old, decrepit sidewalk, but it was easier to walk on the road. Plus there were to many cracks on the sidewalk.

My social worker walked beside me on the sidewalk. It was only days after the 'accident', as they called it. Why couldn't they just call it what it was? They all treated me like porcelain. Just because I murdered my parents, doesn't mean you have to completely avoid the subject. Did they even care what I felt. No. I knew even then that it was easier to keep things inside.

My hand flew up to my throat. The one thing that I couldn't bury within my mind. Everybody could see it. At least it was wrapped up with gauze. Still, people looked, and when people looked, they asked questions. Questions always lead to remembering. I usually ignored people's questions.

I glanced around at the tall, glass, skyscrapers. They said I wouldn't have these at the place I would be moving to. They weren't kidding. I Googled the place and the tallest buildings I saw there were grain towers. I drank everything in.

I looked over at a few girls walking down the sidewalk. It was late so there weren't many people walking, making it easier to hear them.

"Lilly, what are you doing?"

"Jumping over the cracks."

" I know, silly. But why?"

"Don't you know? 'Step on a crack, and you'll break your mothers back'."

Break your mothers back. My mother. I could still hear her talking. Saying things that mothers say, laughing her beautiful chime-like laugh. I could hear her and dad giggling when they thought I was asleep. Her bright and cheery smiles as she served breakfast to us. Me and dad were always sleepyheads in the morning and she would make up some lame jokes that no one understood, but still, we all laughed. Her wonderful laugh. But those loving eyes turned cold, and her tinkling giggles turned to ear splitting screams. I could hear them now.

I don't know how long it took for me to realize that they were my screams. I could hear the social worker calling my name. Fyre. Fire. Fire erupted in my vision, in my soul. I deserved no less. I was a horrible monster. I could hear the ambulances in the distance. But no, they were right there. My vision and hearing got blurry as the fire took over.

I never stepped on cracks again.

"Hey! Heads up!" A voice called, jerking me back to reality.

I looked up and saw a baseball flying directly towards my face. I didn't have enough time to duck. I closed my eyes and braced my muscles for the impact.


If didnt hit me. I opened my eyes and saw it bounce. The rocks caused it to bounce in strange, wacky, directions.

"Phew. I thought you would be hit!" Said the voice that had warned me.

I mentally expanded my feelers. I immediately ran into a wall. No. I couldn't deal with Jay right now. I took a deep breath and turned around.

And came face to face with a guy I had never seen in my life. Only one thought came to my mind: Oh hell, not another one.

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