Love on the battlefield

Chapter 3- Issues

I was sitting on my couch looking out my room's circular window at nothing in particular. My mind was filled with many thoughts, I couldn't focus on any and when I tried to think about them I would just get a head ache.

I gave out a silent sigh and closed my eyes trying for the last time to get my mind organised. I took a breath in and then out, repeating the breathing process until I was calm.

'Okay…so here I am in an attic in a new town that rains constantly and I have to find a job even though I know basically nothing…ha, simple' I was beginning to get tired of my own sarcasm.

'well let's see; I could be a mechanic…sadly I don't think Forks or anywhere else near this area offers such a job…I am good at math…maybe a cashier…huh I sooo see myself doing that, not…Literature is my thing but I'm not going to teach it because that will be a disaster…History is also my subject but again I don't need a disaster… therefor to summarise it= I will never get a job…Face it Avita YOU ARE DOOMED!'

Now you see why I am stressed and it doesn't help that I am so optimistic.

With another sigh, I get up from my comfortable couch, stretch and walk to my little exit in the floor.

I made my way off of the last step to the first floor where all my siblings were sitting in the cosy living room silent and depressed. They all looked like the living dead, it was so bad that I almost ran to the sink and throw up everything that I had eaten for the day but I restrained myself, hey who am I to judge I must have looked even worse.

My eyes scanned the entire room from the blond twins, Adora and Adorna meaning the adored one and Adorna= adorned with jewels in Latin. They were both sitting next to each other on the ground in matching white dresses, beautiful blond, shoulder length hair out, looking sweet and innocent but their eyes sold them out, they were hurt on the inside.

My eyes then went to Carissa= the most beloved one in Latin, she was also a blond, gorgeous and perfect with long curly hair, blue eyes and a smile that lit up the world but that smile wasn't here today instead her face was in an obvious frown and her once bright eyes were a little red from probably shedding half the ocean last night. She too was affected by the incident.

I couldn't look at my once happy, go lucky sister anymore knowing that it was my entire fault that she was in this position now but I continued to torture myself and moved onto my close sister, Flora= a Roman goddess of flowers and spring. She was sitting on a one person couch, her legs crossed, arms folded over her chest, long black curly hair in a pony-tail, her lovely chocolate brown complexion bright with health and radiant. Her eyes were just like the twins, full of pain and I could tell that she was trying extremely hard not to let her tears over flow onto her face.

Next I saw brown haired Olympia meaning the heavenly one or the one from the home of Gods also Latin. She was just like the others beautiful and strong on the outside but silently crying on the inside. It hurt to see my little sister, the one that I most definitely never wanted to see wounded, there before me broken and crushed, and I couldn't do anything to comfort her.

Then I saw Raynard meaning brave or a fox in Teutonic. Short brown hair messy, he sat on the couch facing the TV looking bored and sad, again I was crushed seeing my sibling in such a position.

Next to Raynard was Aurora=Goddess of the Dawn [in Latin] and Regina= the descendant of a King [in Latin], two black haired, fair skinned sisters that both showed no emotion as usual but I still knew that they were feeling the same way as everyone else.

I took a deep breath in and walked noisily towards them, they all turned their heads to face me.

"Mourning sis" greeted Raynard; little hey's and hi's followed.

"Hey" I said while taking a seat leaning against the couch on the floor between Raynard and Aurora.

I sighed on the inside ' this is gonna be a long day'.

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