Crazyangel

It was supposed to be just an ordinary night at camp. You shouldn’t have gone to the stake. you shouldn’t have run into the woods. You shouldn’t have gone into the house. You should have stayed home. Now, you are trapped there and there is no way to get out.

I was born New Yorki, but I left because I couldn't bear the pain of losing my mother and older sister. Dad and I moved to Colorado, which welcomed me and rebuilt me as a home. I changed schools, I made new friends, I liked my new home. There, nothing was a memory of a time that would never return. It was where I created new memories to make my life bearable. Everything seemed fine, so far. Suddenly, dad announces his marriage to Miss Agatha Flagler. All I have to do is pack my bags, leave school, say goodbye to my friends, and go back to New York, a place I hate. The only good part of the story is getting such a good stepmother, but even she has her catch. His son, who will become my "brother" in a few days, Gregory "Arrogant" Flagler. He is an obnoxious specimen of the human race. Pushy, overbearing, troublesome and spacious. I can't stand him, and I don't even want to breathe the same air as him, let alone share the house, the father, the life. That's why when I get to New York, I don't go straight to my house. I ask the driver to take me to where my story here ended, the cemetery. Now I stand in front of the tomb that looks more like an abyss where nightmares want to throw me. "People die, but true love is eternal." I drag my fingers over the words carved on my mother's tombstone, remembering when I chose them with my Appa eight years ago. I read them for the umpteenth time, kneeling on the grass covered with dry leaves. Melancholy hits me like a gunshot, a pain that never ceases and bleeds. Something tells me my torment is just beginning...