Eden

New Beginning

"The difference between me and you is that when you wake up your nightmare ends"

Some people have good childhoods, relationships, families, everything. That was me until things went left. And now I'm on a train on my way to "New Beginnings", or at least that's what I was told. But let's face it life never gets better for people it only gets worse. I've come to terms with it
there's not really anything I could do but accept it.

Slowly snapping out of my thoughts I turn my head towards the window. I've always loved nature especially trees and grass. I really don't know why they were always just so interesting to me. Sometimes I sat for hours surrounded by trees and vast openings of grass. It helped me think, I wrote poems, short stories, even raps. Even though poems and rap are the same thing there is a distinct factor that separates the two. Raps are words strung together that are usually used to impress someone or brag about how much of something you have. Now don't get me wrong not all people rap about things like that. Some express deep emotions about things that are troubling them I'd like to think of that as poems. You also can envision the emotion the author was feeling at that time.

I suddenly think about life before the accident, it was wonderful. I had the most normal life, friends, and family. I got good grades, was on the dance team, and took care of all the responsibilities that were thrown at me. So what did I do to deserve this? How was this a reward for living the most normal honest life? Sometimes I think that life is just a big game for God to watch and he likes to see us suffer. Maybe that's why horrible things always happen to good people.

My mind began to get foggy as I could feel sleep weighing heavily on my body.
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I jolted awake as a voice fills the half empty train. Realizing that this is my stop I hop up and grab my duffel bag. Exiting the train I look around trying to find a sign that has my name on it. After about 5 minutes of looking I began to get frustrated so I just walk around blindly.

As I pass all the different types of people I wonder where they were coming from or going. I've always been curious about life and people. What makes a person do this or that. Which was perfect for my career choice. I wanted to be a Profiler. Like the people off of Criminal Minds. I know childish right, but it was my passion no matter how kid like it was. It just fascinated me you know. What made people tick?

Lost in my thoughts I searched around for 5 more minutes before I sat on a nearby bench and I waited. Call me lazy, I was just extremely tired from all the packing and changes that seemed to mysteriously appear in my life. Sometimes I wish I was an animal or something it would make life a lot more easier. I would be free and have no worries to think about anything or anyone. Seemed like the ideal life to me, that way I would not have to feel this way all the time. I wonder when the constant pain will stop. I wondered when I would be happy to wake up again. When I would be satisfied with what I saw in the mirror.

"Um.....Eden"

A soft voice fills my ears as I snap my head up to come face to face with a familiar person.

Aunt Ida looks just like my mom in every way but the most hauntingly similar thing is their eyes. Those same hazel eyes that I missed so much. Even though it had only been a month since i've had the pleasure to see those eyes I would give anything just to see them again. The only difference between my mum and her sister was their hair. My mum used to always have extremely long curly hair. My Aunt Ida had short straight hair that was cut into a sort of bob, I loved the look on her.

"Aunt Ida", I finally utter after a pregnant pause and tears began to fill her big hazel eyes.

I slowly come to a stand observing her as she does me, she is so beautiful. Her delicate-looking caramel skin stood out as the light slowly danced across her figure. Her smile was the best thing in the world with her pearly white teeth. She held a certain glow to herself which made everyone gravitate towards her. Plus the kindness in her eyes, I loved that is was directed towards me. She was the definition of grace, she was the definition of a queen.

I was suddenly pulled into a bone crushing hug her arms quickly radiating heat onto my cold body. I instantly relaxed into the hug and wrapped my arms around her squeezing with the same force she held. It had been so long since I had one of Ida's famous hugs and it made me feel so secure. I never want to stop hugging her once she pulled me in. I breathed in her scent, apples my favorite. Aunt Ida always smelled of apples or she always was cooking something apple related.

A loud clearing of the throat was heard and despite not wanting to pull way from the hug I did. And when I looked up I saw my favorite cousin CJ. We were close as kids until he moved away to Cali after that we tried to keep in touch constantly checking up on each other but eventually we lost touch.

I was suddenly snatched up from the spot I had rooted myself into and into CJ's arms. It was a warm hug that I relaxed into instantly just like Ida's.

"Caden James", I say while smirking knowing that he hated when I said his full name.

He growled a little and released me from the hug.

"Eddy", he says as a smirk suddenly graces his face while my smirk drops to a frown. He knows I hate when he calls me that because I start to feel like a boy.

"Caden play nice", says my aunt with a smirk on her face indeed teasing CJ.

CJ reachs up and ruffles my hair another thing he knows that I hate.

"Awn come on ma you know we jus jokin ain't dat right eddy".

I send a mean mug his way as he put his arm around me and Ida leading us out of the train station. As the air hit me I started to relax.

Maybe this won't be so bad, I thought.

Caden leads us over to the cherry red Rolls Royce.

Yeah it wasn't a secret that my family came from money. My grandparents owned a chain of famous hotels all around the world but the original was here in California. When they got too old they retired and handed it down to my mom and Aunt Ida. But that wasn't what my mom wanted to do she moved away and when she was 20 she started her own makeup and cosmetic line shortly after met my dad. 5 years later they got married and had me. While Aunt Ida met my Uncle Richard and got married 3 years later and had Caden 2 years after. Funny thing is Caden and I are born 2 days apart. Mine on August 18th and his on August 16th. We just shared a three day long birthday.

Walking to the car Caden took my bags and put them in the trunk while me and Aunt Ida slid into the car. A couple seconds later Caden got in and we drove off.