What hurts the most?
If there is one thing I have learned after three years of running away and hiding from the rest of the world is this, you can trust no one. Not family. Not friends. Not even the love of your life. Unfortunately for me, I was too late to realize this lesson before the harm happened.
Right now I am a college freshmen at the local college in Indiana, studying performing art or more specifically screenwriting and film directing. It has been my dream to become a film director, and honestly I thought it was never going to happen since I put my dreams on hold for three years, running away from Edison Group. However after being hurt and betrayed by the only ones I cared for and loved with all my heart, I found myself back on the original track. Still I can't help wondering and at most miss them despite everything that had happened, even though I try to deny it most of the time, what going on with their life now. Are Simon, Tori and Derek still on the run? Are they okay and alive? Do they miss me or even care that I'm gone?
I'm standing in front of my bathroom mirror, brushing my waist long hair, which I might add has returned to its blonde state. Not exactly the same strawberry blonde hair I used to have, but close enough after having to dye my hair from horrible black to flaming red. When I'm done brushing my hair and putting it up in a ponytail, I glance at the reflection. During those three years I certainly have changed not only personality wise, but also appearance wise as well. I have gotten a little taller, but still short enough that I have to use heels in order to me at the same height as average people. I have the appearance, but now have more mature look so I'm no longer mistaken for a child. Same blue eyes, but they no longer held the same determined and stubborn look, instead was replaced with sad and broken look. Soon or later tears would appear in my eyes because I was not only haunted by ghosts (being a necromancer and all), but also being haunted by the memories. By the time I looked at my watch, it was about an hour before my class would start and I had to hurry or else I was going to be late again. And truthfully my lecturer is really scary especially to his students, were he is willing to throw books at them and personally I don't want get hurt.
So I grabbed my bag with all the books I need for the lecture, my cell-phone and keys, ran to the hall and put on my shoes. Then I heard the doorbell ringing. Wondering who it was I opened the door, hoping that whomever it was that their visit wouldn't take long since I really didn't have the time. The moment I opened my front door, I really wished I hadn't. The sight that met me was a tall figure, which was not unusual since everyone is taller than me, but this person had emerald green eyes. I knew only one person who had green eyes.
"Derek?"
