Scars

Summary- I want my brother to speak, but he can’t. I want to get away from these people that call me my relatives, but I can’t. I want to get rid of my scars, but I can’t. Nothing is going right, I need to escape it…

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Chapter One – Imagination?

“Bradley?”

Bradley ‘Brady’ Hale looked up from the mirror. “Yeah mom?” he called, opening the door to his room and poking his head out.

“You better hurry or you’ll be late for school!” Brady’s mom, Heather, called. She had gotten the treatment she needed and wasn’t addicted to drinking anymore. And she and Brady finally got to spend time with each other.

“Coming!”

Brady pulled his black hat over his hair and grabbed his backpack before running down the stairs and into the kitchen. He grabbed a piece of toast and ducked under his mother’s arm as she turned around, holding a frying pan.

“Aren’t you going to eat breakfast?” she asked, motioning to the plate of eggs and toast.

“That’s what this is for” Brady replied through a mouthful of the toast that was dangling from his mouth.

“Don’t talk with your mouthful” Heather snapped and playfully slapped him on the arm. “Need a ride home after school?”

“I’ll take the bus, you should just take the day off” Brady replied as he grabbed his lunch bag off of the counter and stuck it into his backpack. He froze when his hand brushed up against a piece of paper. It wasn’t a normal piece of paper. It was paper from a drawing pad. From Bailey’s drawing pad to be exact.

Brady shook his head and slung his backpack over his shoulder. ‘Don’t think about them, they’re gone and they’re never coming back’

“Bradley, are you ok?” Heather asked, waving a hand in her son’s face.

“I’m fine mom, but I won’t be if I’m late” Brady replied, blinking rapidly. Heather smiled and kissed her sons’ forehead.

“All right, but no more detentions, I don’t want another call from the school because of your graffiti” Heather called as Brady ran to the front door of the house.

“Its Art!” Brady called back and threw open the front door. “Bye mom!”

He ran down the sidewalk towards the bus stop. Sticking his hands in his pockets, he looked across the street and almost walked into a utility pole. Across the street, he could have sworn he saw someone very familiar. A truck roared by, sending dust into the air. Brady covered his face to make sure he wouldn’t get an dirt in his eyes. When the truck roared away, the person on the other side of the street disappeared.

Brady stared at the spot the person was for a few seconds, and then went back to walking to the bus stop.

“Were you really there, Riley?” he whispered to himself.