Lines we owe

Sequel to Price we pay

I recomend you read the first one before you even start a sentence with this one or else I might go (looks up word on )...melancholy, despondent, or even DAFT! My new favorite word....

Anyways, read the first one and if you have, enjoy!

Chapter 1: Daft (Oh yeah, my favorite word)

Out to soon.... Reckless without you... like no one's watching you. I wish.

I stay in my dark room curled up against the window on my bed.

Senseless, mindless, Daft, indeed. I stare out the window and see people I used to know, playing, having fun. What not...? I sit here and stare, I wish I could go out there. Well, it woukd then result them to stare at me and think what happened to me.

What happened to me?

I look down at my hands that glide along my arms, the cuts, deep and there. No one knows. They shouldn't know. They will only think bad of me. Because I'm not good to anyone. My family said so. I would rather be dead, they said, they told me to say things that caused me to cry.

"I know." A girl with short black hair.

"I'm sorry about yesterday." A silver haired boy.

"I'm not human." A blond girl whispering in my ears.

"Can I join?" A blond boy sitting next to me on the floor besides my small pool of blood.

"I love you." The chocolaty brown hair, the cerulean eyes, hugging me.

Memories.

I laugh silently to myself in the dark room until the day turns dark and I can no longer see my reminders of bruises, cuts, and scars. It made me happier and I loved it. Nothing could make me forget how I got these kind of scars. Mentally they say I'm crazy, physically they say I need help.

I don't need anyones help. They say that they will help, that they can help, but they're wrong, they only want to bring their reputation to a high point while they shine high and mighty and I ignore their light. Until they bend down and say to me that they can't do anything for me and I nod.

My mind is full. My body is hollow. I feel dead. I've felt like this more often now a days. When I felt like eating I starved myself. When I felt like sleeping you would see me with blood shot eyes looking at you. You wouldn't help me. You would pretend to care and then leave me like everyone else.

I like pretend, it's better than real. Then, maybe if I pretend to be hurt, pretend to be used, maybe it will all disolve and I will do better. But it never works. I try and I fail at it. Just like I failed on protecting who I loved. I couldn't do anything and I wonder how he's doing.

"Come out." Someone whispers. I stay in my corner until the voice comes inside and nudges me.

"Come on, it's fine. He's out. Mom is with him. We're alone." He smiled and I believed him. Like all the other times I believed him.

I stood up and walked downstairs to check if he was right, he was. There was no one there.

"Why? Why do they do this to me? Don't they do this to you?" I ask him quietly He shakes his head.

"They just want something to let their anger out on, they think that you were perfect for it since you hardly ever protest, you stay in your room with the lights turned off until they call you out for another game of theirs." He explains to me sitting across from me on the couch.

He was just like a replica of my cutting friend. But this kid was my step brother now and his name was Ven. "But why to me?" I keep on saying quietly.

"I don't know. When I was younger, this never happened before. I guess they just snapped." He said eyeing me concerned, "Do you want me to call the police?"

"I don' want their help, they wont believe me, no matter how many bruises cover me." I laugh. Why would they? I mean, I was sent there so many times before for numerous reasons of stealing and fighting, if I all of a sudden turn up like this they will laugh at me and tell me that I had it coming. They would never help me.

"But why not? You know that you will-" He starts.

"End up dead? Yeah, I know, and at this point I ould be ready for them to finish me off if only I could let go of him." I say patheticly hugging my knees.

"Who?" Ven asks furrowing his eyebrows.

"Sora." I sigh into my knees and get up to walk into my room when I see the hell parents car park in the drive way.

They open the door and tell the boy that it's his birthday, it's a happy day. They say that they're planning a party for him and he can invite whoever he wants. It's his day. His 18th birthday.

I'm only 16...turning 17 soon, Woho for me. I will throw myself a pity party of another year I have to go through with yells and beatings of me. Hell.

Ven says okay and calls his friends. He tells them about it and he calls friend after friend before sneaking upstairs to me and whispering "Surprise for you too, Kairi." and leave my door quickly and rushes back downstairs to tell his parents that it will be going down this Friday. They seem happy and they cheer for him.

Downstairs is a perfect family.

With a secret locked up upstairs.

A secret they would use for their joy.

A secret that cries deep inside and stays mindless.

I stay in my dark room curled up against the window on my bed. I wait for everyone to go to bed and drift to sleep.

My only escape.