Tears Fade Away, but Scars Stay the Same, chapter 2
I spent 2 days with Theresa, the cop, before they had found me some family to live with.
"California?!" I yelled.
"Yes, you have an aunt who lives in Berkely with her two kids. You'll be leaving tomorrow evening." I started crying.
The family wasn't as bad as I was anticipating. The two kids were 12 and 10, Mike was 10 and he had an older sister who was named Myla. Mike had been adopted, his mom was a heroin addict. I stayed away for a while, I wanted to be alone and wallow in my own misery.
*****
Over the years, I grew to like Mike. He was an awesome guitar player, and he and his friend, Billie Joe, wanted to started a band. They became my only friends I had now, and I loved them. I was as happy as I could get now. They became like a family to me.
*3 years later*
Mike, Billie and I were sitting at Billie's house doing homework. I had just turned 13, and they had a while ago. We were in our last week of school. They knew me inside and out, my every thought. I stared at the next problem on my paper, 9/7 divided by 7/18. I forgot how to divide fractions. I was only in math class and Billie and Mike got Algebra. I'm stupid as far as the school is concerned. I felt so stupid as the words slipped my mouth
"How do you divide fractions?" I asked, Billie looked at me.
"You flip the second fraction upside down, then multiply." He said
"Oh yeah...thanks, Billie..." I said as I looked back at the paper. I could see Mike and Billie smiling out of the corner of my eye. I felt stupid. Only a few more days of this homework. Just then, Mike's mom/my aunt walked into the room.
"Esther, I need to talk to you." She said, I got up and followed her into another room.
"Yeah?"
"I got news yesterday um...about your parents...."
My blood ran like ice through my veins and I already felt teary. Nothing could be worse, I was already on depression medication.
"Wh-what?" I asked timidly. I felt my body shaking.
"Your father was in the witness protection program."
"Huhwa?" I asked
"He killed...people in his family and went into the witness protection before the state he changed his name under heard the news...."
I started crying.
"What? Why!? Thats..Oh My god..." I just cried, my aunt held me for a while before she got up
"I'm gonna go back out, you can whenever you're ready"
I nodded as she walked out. I followed after a few minutes, I thought my face looked okay, but Ihad forgotten about the balck marks from the eyeliner on my face.
"What's wrong?" Mike asked
"Nothing..." I sat back down, now I was between Billie and Mike
"That nothing is a something...." Billie presured. I felt the tears again and I tired to hold them back. I bit my lower lip and I felt Bilie's hand on my back.
"It's okay...what's wrong..." He repeated. I spilled the story to them. They didn't say anything at first.
"Shit..I'm sorry..." Billie said.
"Yeah, me too..." Mike echoed.
***Billie's POV***
"I don't feel good, I'm going to bed" Esther said, it was only 5:30.
"Okay, do you want us to wake you up for dinner?" Mike asked. She shook her head and walked off to her room.
"No wonder she doesn't have any family, besides you really..." I said
"That's bad...I don't know what to say to her know.
"She's our best friend, Mike, we haev to take care of us like she does. We can't let her go..." I said. Mike nodded
**Back to Esther's POV***
I sat on my bed and wrote a few songs.
your mistakes fucked up my life
Now I'm left without you
I though I loved you
But I guess that was a lie to
Those were the last lines I wrote down before I got under the blankets and attemped to go to sleep. I felt bad, mentally and physically. I wanted to be alone, with that damn blade, but no. Mike found it and took it a few weeks ago.
Damn him...
I wanted to feel something besides anger and depression, those were my only feelings now. Ever since I was 10.
The next day I woke up and walked out to the kitchen, I found Billie Joe asleep on the couch. I looked at the calender.
"Shit...it's Friday! Why not Saturday?" I said aloud
"Cause, life's unfair..." Billie said as he sat down at the table
"I know, and i can't miss school and I feel really shitty" I said. Mike came down already dressed
"Why are you dressed?" Billie asked
"Cause I can be" He replied, smirking. I laughed a little bit.
A little bit later the three of us were walking to school. I still felt shitty, and I honesty can't tell you why. I looked down at my converse as I walked to the misery prison. I walked in the doors and Mike and Billie walked off to Algebra, I went to Math.
I sat there dazed in class, I wasn't focusing. I failed the stupid test I had and that made me feel worse.
I left that room at 11:00 to go to language arts, a class I had with both Billie and Mike. The teacher wasn't in the room so we were acting like complete fuckasses. Someone threw a fucking peice of paper at me, so I bent over in my seat and picked it up. Right as I stood upto throw it away I heard a small gasp come from Mike, who sat behind me.
"California?!" I yelled.
"Yes, you have an aunt who lives in Berkely with her two kids. You'll be leaving tomorrow evening." I started crying.
The family wasn't as bad as I was anticipating. The two kids were 12 and 10, Mike was 10 and he had an older sister who was named Myla. Mike had been adopted, his mom was a heroin addict. I stayed away for a while, I wanted to be alone and wallow in my own misery.
*****
Over the years, I grew to like Mike. He was an awesome guitar player, and he and his friend, Billie Joe, wanted to started a band. They became my only friends I had now, and I loved them. I was as happy as I could get now. They became like a family to me.
*3 years later*
Mike, Billie and I were sitting at Billie's house doing homework. I had just turned 13, and they had a while ago. We were in our last week of school. They knew me inside and out, my every thought. I stared at the next problem on my paper, 9/7 divided by 7/18. I forgot how to divide fractions. I was only in math class and Billie and Mike got Algebra. I'm stupid as far as the school is concerned. I felt so stupid as the words slipped my mouth
"How do you divide fractions?" I asked, Billie looked at me.
"You flip the second fraction upside down, then multiply." He said
"Oh yeah...thanks, Billie..." I said as I looked back at the paper. I could see Mike and Billie smiling out of the corner of my eye. I felt stupid. Only a few more days of this homework. Just then, Mike's mom/my aunt walked into the room.
"Esther, I need to talk to you." She said, I got up and followed her into another room.
"Yeah?"
"I got news yesterday um...about your parents...."
My blood ran like ice through my veins and I already felt teary. Nothing could be worse, I was already on depression medication.
"Wh-what?" I asked timidly. I felt my body shaking.
"Your father was in the witness protection program."
"Huhwa?" I asked
"He killed...people in his family and went into the witness protection before the state he changed his name under heard the news...."
I started crying.
"What? Why!? Thats..Oh My god..." I just cried, my aunt held me for a while before she got up
"I'm gonna go back out, you can whenever you're ready"
I nodded as she walked out. I followed after a few minutes, I thought my face looked okay, but Ihad forgotten about the balck marks from the eyeliner on my face.
"What's wrong?" Mike asked
"Nothing..." I sat back down, now I was between Billie and Mike
"That nothing is a something...." Billie presured. I felt the tears again and I tired to hold them back. I bit my lower lip and I felt Bilie's hand on my back.
"It's okay...what's wrong..." He repeated. I spilled the story to them. They didn't say anything at first.
"Shit..I'm sorry..." Billie said.
"Yeah, me too..." Mike echoed.
***Billie's POV***
"I don't feel good, I'm going to bed" Esther said, it was only 5:30.
"Okay, do you want us to wake you up for dinner?" Mike asked. She shook her head and walked off to her room.
"No wonder she doesn't have any family, besides you really..." I said
"That's bad...I don't know what to say to her know.
"She's our best friend, Mike, we haev to take care of us like she does. We can't let her go..." I said. Mike nodded
**Back to Esther's POV***
I sat on my bed and wrote a few songs.
your mistakes fucked up my life
Now I'm left without you
I though I loved you
But I guess that was a lie to
Those were the last lines I wrote down before I got under the blankets and attemped to go to sleep. I felt bad, mentally and physically. I wanted to be alone, with that damn blade, but no. Mike found it and took it a few weeks ago.
Damn him...
I wanted to feel something besides anger and depression, those were my only feelings now. Ever since I was 10.
The next day I woke up and walked out to the kitchen, I found Billie Joe asleep on the couch. I looked at the calender.
"Shit...it's Friday! Why not Saturday?" I said aloud
"Cause, life's unfair..." Billie said as he sat down at the table
"I know, and i can't miss school and I feel really shitty" I said. Mike came down already dressed
"Why are you dressed?" Billie asked
"Cause I can be" He replied, smirking. I laughed a little bit.
A little bit later the three of us were walking to school. I still felt shitty, and I honesty can't tell you why. I looked down at my converse as I walked to the misery prison. I walked in the doors and Mike and Billie walked off to Algebra, I went to Math.
I sat there dazed in class, I wasn't focusing. I failed the stupid test I had and that made me feel worse.
I left that room at 11:00 to go to language arts, a class I had with both Billie and Mike. The teacher wasn't in the room so we were acting like complete fuckasses. Someone threw a fucking peice of paper at me, so I bent over in my seat and picked it up. Right as I stood upto throw it away I heard a small gasp come from Mike, who sat behind me.
