"True love doesn't exist, does it?"
Lizzie Walter has struggled with the belief that love could actually exist. After her parents' failed relationship, Lizzie prefers to stay with her best friend, avoiding making new friends. When she ends up being...
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As I walked up to my front door, I let out a sigh. I paused before unlocking the door. My mother wouldn't be home yet, so the mansion was quiet. Then again, she was never home. Heaving a sigh, I unlocked the door. Walking in, everything was silent. The mansion was clean, except for all the beer battles scattered around the floors.
After my parent's divorce, I chose to stay with my mother instead of my father. Of course, that seemed like the right choice at the time, but now? I partially regretted it. My mother had turned to alcohol, to drown herself in her sorrow and pity. All of our money went to her beers and other alcoholic beverages.
My father had left us enough money to survive for the rest of our lives. Or, at least, my mother's. She paid for me to go to a private school and paid for the groceries I got from the store, but that was it. Everything else, I was on my own for. The only person I could rely on was myself. And Harper, of course.
Nowadays, I had to go out and buy my own groceries with my father's money he left for us. My mom barely left the house, except to go get drunk with friends or by herself. She told me that she was 'forgetting my father.' I didn't believe it. My own mother couldn't forget the man she loved. It wasn't possible.
I walked up stairs and to my room. My room was the farthest from the front door. I had milky blue walls and white wood decor. The window seat faced the ocean. As the blue waves of the ocean moved, I felt myself falling into a trance. I had always loved the ocean, it was the only constant in my life.
Opening the window slightly, I breathed in the salty, sea air and listened to the waves crashing against the shore. Pulling out my backpack, I set to work on homework.
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Around six, I was done with my homework. I jogged down stairs to the kitchen and set to work on dinner. Over the few years that my father had left, my mother had lost her ability to cook. Before my dad left, he had made the best home cooked meals. After he left, I had to pick up the reins and cook for both my mother and myself.
Making my way to the pantry, it was sparsely filled with food. I grabbed a box of spaghetti noodles and boiled a pot of water. Starting on the sauce, I added seasoning and other ingredients from memory. Soon enough, the spaghetti was done and I plated it for myself, putting the rest in the fridge for my mother.
After I finished, I went to the back of my house. When I was little, I used to run along the beach a lot. Then, one day, I found an abandoned wall. The wall was old and covered in moss and vines. But I loved it. It was my happy place, the place I went to be alone. It was in the woods beside my house, a little ways off of one of the trails that goes through the woods.
Once I found it, I kept going back. I knew my way there with my eyes closed, so going in the dark didn't phase me. As I walked along the trail, I thought about my parents. My alcoholic mother. I wondered where my dad was sometimes, whether he was doing alright or if he had found someone to replace my mother. Most likely he had.
Shaking my head, I sat down. Leaning my back against the stone, I closed my eyes. I thought about what my life would be like had I not lost my father and mother, maybe not physically, but mentally. When I opened them, I looked up at the stars and sighed.
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