I am the words: Falling Apart

Chapter 10:

Grounded: an eight letter word dreaded by all teens, well all of them except Keely that is. To her that word was music to the ears. The only excuse she had not to see him, to be with him. Which explains her current cocoon state. It had been two days since her Fight and Flight, and what had she been doing? Well lets just say it's a little shy of nothing.

Keely lay motionless curled up in a ball on her bed behind a mountain of boxes. Having trouble breathing but that seemed routine over the past two days. She found comfort in her form of inhaler, commonly called the apple ipod. Did it really help? No.. but she had to do something with her time.

Irony: a word every teenager comes to know.

Definition: The opposite of what you are led to believe will happen

Example: since the day she learned Phil was from the future she had worried he would pack up and leave her, but irony popped up from behind a bush and attached itself to her right hip. She was now the one leaving Phil. There were reasons this much was true, but it didn't take away aching of her heart.

3 DAYS EARLIER

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"what is it mom?" Keely asked nervously and taking a seat on the cold leather sofa

"sweety, your father, He's been moved from his room, the doctor says if he doesn't get to a specialist we'll , we'll lose him." Mandy Teslow sat with her shaking hands between her legs, it was so hard to keep herself together, when everyone could clearly see she was falling apart.

"bu-but mom what are we going to do, we've already taken out a second mortgage on the house. How are we suppo.."

" shh, shh, shh" Mandy hushed her daughter "My sister invited us to stay with her in Texas there's a specialist in Dallas and its only an hour away from her... well 'our' new home."

"BUT MOM WE CANT PHIL AND I, ME AND..., Keely let out a deep sigh. "we, we just cant, mom we just cant. "

"I'm sorry" were her moth

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"Get Up" said a stern voice blinding Keely by opening the curtains proving that there was In fact life beyond the cave she had d recently been calling her room.

"just leave me alone" she replied grumpily tossing her head beneath the covers.

"this is your last warning that butt better be out of bed and into the sunlight by the next time i come in here OR else!"

grunting Keely rolled over to see her alarm clock. 3:00pm. Slowly she began to get up. Forcing herself to her closet and grabbed the nearest articles of clothing. Today she didn't really care what she wore . slipping her ipod from her bed to her pocket, and throwing on her flip-flops she stumbled down the stairs and fell into the afternoon air.

Being outside made her nauseated. If she had learned anything in the past few months, it was that anything was possible once outside the comfort of your own home. She quickly ran from her street not wanting to chance a run-in with he who must not be named. Must ban all things Phil, Phillip Diffy never existed... Phil, Phil who? despite her efforts to diluted the presence Phil, she found that more memories presented themselves than the ones that were previously there. Who knew months could contain so many memories. Every little detail permanently engraved in her head. Great, just great the one thing i need to forget, is the one thing that's ever made sense.

Keely strolled along main street, watching people enter and exit the small stores surrounding it. For a small town there seemed to be a lot of people. She lifted her arms and wrapped them gently around her sides. Keely had been walking about an hour now, but decided to keep going, nothing awaited her at home, and she was enjoying the fresh air. As time went on she found herself once again in Pickford Park. Sighing Keely walked over to the tire swing, laying her stomach across the gap allowing her arms and feet to hang out. Slowly she began twisting the swing in a circular motion, when she go to the point that her feet nor hands could reach the dirt, she let go.

As she spun time seemed to freeze. The spinning was rattling her brain and blurring her vision, but it felt good, Like when you first step into a hot shower. The first few seconds it burns causing you to tense up, but the longer your there the better you feel, and the more relaxed you become.

In a way the swing reminded her of herself. You spend most of your time turning and turning preparing for the big spin, but when it finally gets there your not quite ready. You hold on for dear life, and pray you make it through in one piece. So far she wasn't taking the spin well. She was In fact the words falling apart.

She hung by her seat belt, the strap was digging into her neck. She felt blood trickle down from her forehead. She couldn't bring herself to look over at her father for fear of what she might find. Hours seemed to pass she could here sirens wailing, people screaming, children crying, but why they weren't the ones hanging by the necks?

Someones reaching over she struggled to find the buckle, her right arm hurt but she didn't think it was anything serious. Sucking in and raising her left shoulder she was able to find the latch. Counting to three she braced herself for the fall. Landing on what was believed to be the hood of the car she tried to avoid the large shards of glass surrounding her.

Keely pulled her eyes tightly shut and turned her head in her fathers direction, she needed to see him, but she was afraid. Keely resorted once again to the 1-2-3 method, but what she saw she wasn't ready for. Her dads eyes were rolled back displaying only white. He was bleeding from the left side of his head, and his right leg was hanging limply in front of her face. Keely instantaneously she shut her eyes once more and brought her hand up to mute her scream. The same arm from earlier wrapped itself Keely around her waist pulling her from the wreckage.

A/N:It's short i know, if it feels incomplete i apologize. But i feel bad for making you all wait so long between chapters. This one is mainly to introduce you to Keely's past.