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"You will only be remembered for two things:

The problems you solve or the ones you create"

-Mike Murdock

Untitled is the word used when something doesn't have a name. Innominate. Anonymous. Nameless. I mean we really can't all be nameless or they wouldn't let us leave the hospital. But don't we all have a title?

Or do we?

Ones that stick, ones that others give us. Bastard, slut, bitch, fuck-up, glutton, prude, all-star, prodigy. Even the events of our pasts give us titles. That one guy that got behind the wheel and ran his car into the neighbor's yard. The kid that was shot by a stray bullet. The person who slept with that one person at that party last year.

The girl who's boyfriend died in the car accident.

The boy who kept to himself.

The man who's wife was dying.

The woman who was fighting.

What do we do to earn these titles, well it depends. Do you want to be called pathetic the rest of your life? Marry an abuser. Do you want to be known as an asshole? Treat everyone bad because you don't know how to handle what's going on in your life.

But people like me believe that we are nameless. Forgettable. We want people to remember us by what we do.

Signed: January 22 (Last year)

"It's only for a little bit. I can't take care of your mother and you and your brother like this. I need to work more to pay for everything." My father had told me one night, eyes glassy with tears.

"You and your sister will be staying with your aunt for the summer." He had announced to my brother, I stood in the hallway, looking into the living room, as my brother stared at him. Our father took a deep breath, patted his shoulder and left the room.

Later I sat on my brother's bed. "Caleb, are you okay?"

He would look at me from his desk chair, thumbs under his chin and fingers over his mouth. He'd shrug his shoulders and look at me. I should tell you about my brother but I can't that's his story not mine.

I can tell you about my parents, the met in college. Dad was thirty-four and Mom was twenty. Few years later they had married and then had Caleb and me.

"Where are they waiting again?" I ask Caleb as we are walking through the terminal.

"I think just beyond the gate." Caleb looks at me before taking my carry on. We make it to the waiting area and see others from our plane meeting their loved ones, friends, relatives. Our aunt is nowhere to be found. We walk to the baggage claim to get our luggage. Still no aunt.

I look at my phone before putting it back to my ear. "Fourty-three minutes... That's how long we have been here, Dad."

I look at Caleb who is leaning against the wall, headphones covering his ears, fingers tapping at the concrete behind him. Bags at his feet.

"Okay, I'll call her again. Hang tight." He says firmly, like we'd go somewhere else, before hanging up.

I take a deep breath before walking over to Caleb. I pull at his sleeve and he reaches a hand up to remove a headphone. His eyebrow is raised. "Well?"

"Said he'd try again." I slide down the wall to sit next to the bags. "How do you think mom is?"

"We won't know until after her doctor visit in a few weeks." He sits next to me. "Beatrice, it'll be fine." He throws an arm over my shoulder and we sit like that for a while.

The phone in my pocket buzzes and I look at it:

Hey Bea. Missing you already.

-Christina

I type back a quick 'miss you too' to my best friend. A middle aged woman walks past us and searches the baggage claim before turning, a frown on her face. She spots Caleb and I and walks over her dark hair curling around her dark face.

"Excuse me?"

"Yes?" I look up at her.

"Are you Andrew Prior's children?" She purses her lips.

"Yes, ma'am." I stand up, worried.

"Oh, thank goodness!" She sighs, " I am a very good friend of your aunt Vee, my name is Johanna, and she called me to tell me something came up and if I could pick you up from the airport."

"Oh. Okay." I grab my bag and look at Caleb, who has his headphones fixed over his ears again.

The car ride is silent as I sit between Johanna and my brother. "So is it work?"

"Hmm?" Johanna looks at me briefly.

"You said our aunt got caught up. Is it work?" I ask, I feel Caleb turn next to me.

"I don't know she called me from the house, so she could be sick." I see her hands tighten on the steering-wheel before loosening.

You never know what you're getting yourself into do you?

You'll never know. No one does.

I didn't know. I didn't know what was waiting for me.

And I can tell you that it was as much a shock to me as it was to everyone else.

March 17 (three years ago)

Johanna's tiny blue truck pulls into a driveway littered with these small white flowers. I get out and stare at them.

"Japanese Snowbell." Caleb leans in and whispers.

"Very good," A lean woman yells as she walks down the steps from her porch. "You're finally here!" She smiles at us. "Thank you, Johanna. I can't thank-"

"Are you okay?" Johanna eyes the porch then our aunt.

"I'm fine." She says though she winces when she bends to pick up one of our suit cases. The screen door bangs and our uncle comes out.

"Beatrice, Caleb. Welcome!" He smiles, something about it makes my stomach churn. Especially when he looks at my aunt. He turns towards the house. "Son are you going to let your mother carry your cousins' bags? You should know better!" He turns back to us. "She had pulled a muscle cleaning earlier."

"I'm sure she did." Johanna scoffs before looking at us. "Good to meet you." She leans close, "be careful here. Not everything is as it seems."

As the truck pulls away Caleb picks up a bag. "Which room is ours?"

"Oh, you'll each have your own room." Our uncle smiles and guides us to our rooms which Caleb's is the first door on the left and mine is down the hall on the right.

"So here we are." I stand in Caleb's room as he opens the closet.

"Here we are." Caleb looks at me. "Only for a month or so. To get us out of the house, Trissy. Everything will be fine. You and I will be fine." He turns to me.

"What do you think Ms. Johanna meant with what she said-"

"Here are your bags." A voice come from the door and I whip around.

"Thank you, Tobias." Caleb pats my back. "Can you tell Aunt Evelyn to take it easy for me?"

Tobias glares before nodding and walking away.


So where to start-

Skipping Stones is on Hiatus until further notice. I left the Divergent fandom for a while and then came back when Divergent came out on dvd and with Four and I realised that I could not pick up SS right now I had to work my way back into it and I think that writing a new story would help me do exactly that. So here it is the new story.

Now for this story Q&As

See my profile for this section. (I will answer all questions on there and will alert you when there is something answered there)

Now what does this story include?

I will put a part that tells you what is in the chapter but over all this story includes:

Incest. Homosexuality! *Jazz hands* Abuse. Addiction. Various illnesses. Loss and Death. Good shit guys.

Hopefully you read this story and like it.