Page 1 of Embracing Sky
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SKY
Current Day
5:09 PM
I ran.
I ran, blinded by tears, sobbing brokenly into the quietness of the woods. My heart was in tatters, shredded by my own twin’s vicious words, each and every one laced with poison.
Our babies were a terrible mistake.
Our babies never should’ve existed.
I’m glad they’re dead. Glad they’re dead. Glad they’re dead.
DEAD. DEAD. DEAD.
“FUCK!”
I screamed. The sound was rife with anguish, clawing up my throat like the wolf inside of me. He screamed too, thrashing wildly inside my mind. Our soul had just been shattered, our one last bond severed by River’s cruelty.
Or was it kindness? I didn’t even fucking know anymore.
God, he was right. I was such a fuck-up.
Dead. That’s where I belonged. Six feet under, with the babies I never got to meet. Never even got to touch. My headspun, dizzy with the booze in my system, but god, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough.
I didn’t know how I made it home.
I was just relieved that Jem’s Kia wasn’t in the drive when I got there. Thank god. I couldn’t bear to let the sweet Omega see me like this.
My hands shook almost violently as I tried to stick the house key into the keyhole. I had to use both hands and lean against the doorframe to hold myself steady enough to make it inside.
As the door burst open, I stumbled in on a soft sob, my wet sneakers squeaking and slipping over tile. I looked around the small kitchen of the house Jem had insisted I call “home” and shook my head.
I tried…
I tried for Jem.
I tried for Fletcher and Adam, my bosses at Bixby’s Diner.
I tried so hard, and it wasn’t enough. Wasn’t ever enough. I was too much.
It didn’t matter anymore, though. Nothing mattered. I wasn’t going to ruin anyone else’s lives.
I went down the hall, to the room I’d called my own for the past several months, and grabbed one of my notebooks. The ones I’d been writing my stories in. For a moment, I just stared at the black and white composition cover, holding all of my secrets hostage. I never let anyone read what was written in these pages, but I guess it didn’t matter anymore.
Nothing mattered.
My eyes blurring with tears, I ripped out a clean page towards the back and grabbed a pen off the top of my desk.
My thoughts swam like fish in a bowl, if the fish were dead and upside down and the bowl was a toilet, flushing them down, down, down.
I scribbled a note to Jem. One last goodbye.
I’m sorry I’m such a fuck-up. I won’t be here to burden you anymore. I hope your life can get back to normal now that I’m gone.
