What Never Was...

Chapter 1

The afternoon was frigid, and the winds were like needles to any open skin. It was almost like a dream. I could almost see her then; her blonde hair blew in the wind and the freckles on her nose danced cross her skin, spreading only partially to her cheeks. I swore I could smell the traces of cinnamon and vanilla that followed her presence. I missed it. I missed her.

I felt the way the weather acted; the both of us cold and bitter. I stood from the old, splintered chair that sat on the front of my porch and began to walk. The snow crunched and crumbled under my heavy feet, brittle from the cold of the previous night.

The minutes passed by quickly and my breath was steady as I approached the lake where I last saw her. As I gazed across the frozen waters and the glistening snow that covered the ground, I could hear her laugh from so many nights ago. I could almost see the water splashing on a much warmer day as her body hit the water. I almost smiled. Almost.

Though the temperature was higher away from the water, the town air was still crisp. Without a decent pair of boots, walking through the grey atmosphere would've been miserable. I wore the ones that she gave me so long ago, otherwise this misery would be very familiar to me.

The sky's light was slowly fading and I would soon have to head home, but I had to stop at the supermarket first to get things for lunch. It's not like I could rely on my parents for food.

I walked into the supermarket and was comforted by the warmth that greeted me, though my hands were still freezing from the cold. I noticed Miss Wilma at her normal cash register and I gave her a wave. Solemnly, she raised her head and gave me a sad smile in return. It pained me to know why she felt this way. Everyone in this town knew why, and I'm sure it pained them too.

I made my way to the bread aisle and got a single loaf before continuing through the store. I did the same with a carton of eggs and the few other things that I wanted. I then checked out and left with only two grocery bags.

After a slow hour that now dragged behind me, I came upon my own home and the atmosphere grew. I knew what was inside that awful house yet I always came back. The shouts became more audible as I neared the front door.

"I never wanted this! I never wanted you!" I could hear mom screaming at him, and I heard him slam something, than the sound of glass breaking. "I hate you." She said through tears.

"You hate me so much, bitch?" He slurred. "I'll give you a fucking reason to hate me." It was him, the devil. He was hurting her again, but I was afraid he might do worse. The air felt different, and his tone was crueler than before.

The time was finally here. I couldn't stand by anymore. The room became hot, and sweat poured down my skin as I opened the door. The crying stopped, the footsteps grew louder, and I realized he knew was here.

I don't exactly know what I was thinking, but I knew I was sick of him and of all of it, so I clenched my fists and stood my ground. I had almost let my feet take me out the door, but I knew I couldn't run away any more.

"What the hell are you doing here?! I thought I told you to never show face here again!" His eyes displayed a intense hatred for me. It was obvious what was going to happen next. He charged towards me and I took his left arm using his momentum, and guided him against the wall, "WHY YOU LITTLE-" I cut him off by pressing harder, I for once, had the upper hand.

There was a piece of broken glass on the floor. I pushed him away to pick it up. My whole body began to shiver as I contemplated my next move, I had to do it. As I held up the shard the devil started at me. With all the strength I could muster I plunged the glass into his neck. Then there was silence.