Chapter 3 A Hill with a View
Count down 4 hours

About a mile hike away from my uncles fancy house was this hill. It over looked miles of meadows. It was my peaceful spot. Where I went to escape the everyday noises that inhabited our streets, and buildings. It was here that Spencer and I had our first real conversation. It was here that a friendship was created, it was here were it really started.

Age 16… 6 months after arrival

I was sitting on ‘my’ hill. The sun was just beginning to turn the sky colors. I was thinking about everything and nothing. My wheels were turning, but I remained in the same place. I heard Spencer walk up behind me. She knew I came here. When Aiden and her sister Kyla began making mushy faces at each other, we would leave them to it. Spencer and I had became friends at least but not much more, to my disappointment of course. She made me nervous, like a lot, I would fall just for the hell of it in front of her, but I would really turn red when she called me cute after picking me up off the ground. I felt her sit beside me. I chanced a glance, and for the first time since I moved next door I saw her in short sleeves. I couldn’t help but notice the straight lined scares on her wrist. I couldn’t help even more when I found myself tracing the scares gently with my fingers. Her eyes were on me but she didn’t pull away instead she spoke.

“When my brother died…I was hollow… I don’t know how to explain it… I just wanted out… he was my best friend… and one day he was just gone… There’s my sap story… go on and call me crazy or what ever”

“No” I said shaking my head
“No?”

“No…” I took a deep breath and looked away and began rubbing the back of my neck, which was a habit I tended to do. ” I know what it’s like to just want to turn everything off, even for just a little while… to want everything to shut up for a while and leave you be… to beg for sleep so you can escape….and I know what it’s like to want to feel anything other then numb… even if it is pain.”