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Chapter 70: Anastasia Larsen

The collective noise of the rain shattering against my bedroom window perfectly reflected the foul excuse of emotions that consistently plagued me.

With every heavy rain drop, another tear fell from my eyes.

Sat on the floor with my back against the my bed-frame, and my arms hugging my legs tightly my chest in order to provide any solace. Irregular breaths continuously escaped me as I struggled to contain the strangled noises that fell from my lips. 

Everyday I wake up with the motive and foolish optimism that at least things could not get worse than they already are.

Then they do. They go from being bad to being God awful.

In the past few days, I had gotten into raucous fights with both my sisters. I was cornered by the soul eating media. And now just a few days before my birthday, one of my closest friends almost suffocated to death.

How did things go so wrong?

There have been some absolutely terrible birthdays in my past, but this certainly takes the cake for being the worst one so far. And I was only turning twenty one.

Twenty one years of misfortune after misfortune. It was like my life was continuously getting worse with every year to come, leaving me in fear for the events that the universe had planned for me in the future.

I suppose there was one silver lining.

Getting the hell out of here. Going to New York.

The days of leaving were growing closer and closer by the moment.

Never had I thought that I would be interested in college. I hated school, melded with the constant fear of the paparazzi finding me. But this was different.

Change had always frightened me, many things had frightened me. However it was not like my life here in Eladora was any better, I was miserable here and in dire need for something to allow me to feel like things would get better.

 So, in the fall of last year, I had made the executive decision to leave Eladora. For a good while I debated where on earth I should even go. Across the world? Across the country?

Truthfully I did not have the best pick.

Unlike the perfect angel Camilla who was so good at everything, my grades were mediocre. I averaged seventies and sometimes eighties very rarely.

There were a good chunk of rejection letters, there were a good chunk of acceptance letters. Ultimately though, I settled for Baruch College all the way in New York. It was far away enough from my immediate family, but I still had connections in the state of New York for any assistance.

It had been two months since I had been accepted, and I have yet to tell my parents about my decision. Even though I was set to start school in September.

Finding a place to stay should not be so hard, everyone else in my family was so rigid about not taking advantage of the luxuries provided by the parents of this group. I however desired a way to start off my new life with as little stress as possible, I was sure Uncle Christian could pull through and do a girl a favour.

Telling my parents was the tricky thing though, in no universe would they like this idea. Especially because of my apprehension to the paparazzi. The idea of being left alone to them was like sending a goat smothered in barbecue sauce into a desert.

They were not irrational for thinking like that, considering the fact that a monstrous circumstance occurred a few days ago.

Truthfully it derailed me quite a lot, and I truly wondered if I was ready for this. I was still heavily anxious, but the longer I stayed here in Eladora, the more desolate I would become.