The Characters

"Alicai"

We as people are really like flowers when it comes to our, what is the word? Feelings, personality, and morals. Some people are picked, others are not. Some can live on in the harsh winter storms and live while others are weak and die. Some can be picked by people who actually takes care of them, while others may be in the hands of ones that want to pick them apart and they just simply die. Then the ones that are never picked can die off or may blossom even more than the rest. Then again, they all die in some point of their story. Roses, sunflowers, daisies, they all will die. I don't mean we all will die like, dead, but it may seem as though we are, though were not. Some flowers , people, die from within. The strong ones fight the brink of death, and the others were just tired. Then again flowers are beautiful, the weird ones, pretty, funny looking ones, all are beautiful and unique. Here is a story of something that science would say is fictional, but it is so very real. Something that most people would fray away from reading, but the others that I dare, would use their eyes to look between the words. This wont be a beautiful story of girls and boys falling in love, or drama to feed your entertainment, but something that would maybe make you see the world through my eyes. I hope you enjoy.-CaptialSilent16

I went along with the day as if nothing was wrong with me; knowing everything was wrong within my soul.

Have you ever got that feeling your empty, but without saying your numb to feeling. Like your crying, but it feels like your crying into a bottle without a bottom.

I felt like that the whole day. Covered it up with extra hard laughs and smiles and "I'm fines".

My name was India Hill, I was discovered by my dog actually and soon after my sister Chanel. For the past early months I've felt a rush of emotions that came out of no where.

Nothing big happened to me, like someone exposing you, or parents learning of your sexuality, bullying none of that for me.

I was just depressed without a sense of common reason as to why.

People think that depression is for sensitive people who want attention. Maybe I did want some attention, or I was just screaming through the silence of my last days.

I didn't feel safe enough to say these harsh words to ones close to me.

I felt distant, lonely, and incomplete to the whole world. When I had just got my big break into my dream job for working as an architect in new York for some of the biggest companies in the world.

My sister Chanel and I moved out of our parent's big suburban home from our small town in California to the big apple. Chanel got into Julliard and was a model for some big agency in New York.

She was really my bestfriend, from hey let me use your back to get the cookie jar, to don't tell mom, and now to I be late don't wait up and soon I would have been saying to her walk down the aisle and get married sis, I be right here.

Then this rush of emptiness came over me and soon I was wearing a fancy purple dress holding the kitchen knife with the salmon bottom , hiding in my closet and cutting up my arms.

Then soon I begin to drift away , slowly and I could hear my sister opening the door to our apartment, but she was to late. I was already gone, drifting away in the sun kissed sugar sands.

I did die that night, figuratively and physically.

What I thought was my sister opening up our front door to our apartment was really a angel.

I couldn't make out what or who it was, but I could see the white wings and then soon I woke up on a purple couch in a room that smelled of cannabis and loud music playing from out the door of the room.

I begin to make sense of my surroundings and soon I see a guy walk out the bathroom, topless. He had dark hair and tanned brown skin that moved so tight on his abs. I could see the water and steam drip from his body.

He just stood there staring  at me in his boxers from his shower. "Oh finally your awake, you were out for awhile there", he said to me as he walked over to his dresser to put some joggers on.

"Where am I, I was just..", I tried to say but I was speechless. "You killed yourself, and you are at my humble abode, I saved you by the way, well god did, but your somehow special to him", He said to me as if this was so normal to me.

He put a sweatshirt on and jumped on the couch next to me. "I'm Alicai, I've been waiting to finally talk to you without hiding in the shadows", Alicai said to me handing out his hand.

"Chanel", I mumbled underneath my breath. "Oh, your sister is fine, she didn't see what was meant for her to see, right now you text your sister your at a party at some new friends house and she is watching Netflix and eating ice cream, her favorite birthday cake.", Alicai said to me laying back on the couch.

"I've got to get out +", I say getting up fast , but feeling light headed and soon sharp pains in my arms. "Yeah your not leaving until you get healed , which is by tomorrow", He said. I look down to my arms and I can see where I cut myself and feel the pain. I groaned in pain and rolled up on the couch.

"Here come here, let get you to the bed and you need some of this", Alicai said to me as he grabbed my helpless body and put me into this massive gold bed with a view of the whole town. Then he grab something out of his pocket and it was glowing with gold flecks and he placed it on my arms.

"Ouch", I said. "Hold still it may sting, but promise you I rather sting a little bit then my arms bleeding out", he said to me as he sat at the end of the bed.

"How .. why.. thankyou.."I said as I began to drift asleep. "Rest now My sunny", Alicai said to me as he wrapped me into the covers.

I don't know if I was dreaming or what, but I woke up that morning in my own bed and the loud Caribbean music in the kitchen with the smell of mangu cooking from my sister.

Chanel came into my room with a plate of mangu and orange juice.

"Morning sleepy head, your finally awake", Chanel said to me handing me the food. "How long have I've been out", I said to her.

"Ever since I got home, I found you on the floor with Renzo licking your face and you were mumbling Alice something, anyway here I think your getting a fever ,because you were burning up last night", Chanel said to me as I looked at her with a confused expression on my face.

"you were pretty out, so you may not remember, but I got to get to a photoshoot and be good okay, and oh one of your co-workers left you a gift, it is on the counter , I got to go, okay bye sis", Chanel said hugging me bye. Co-worker?

After breakfast I got up and went into the kitchen where I saw a blue box with a red bow on it, saying sorry you don't feel well Indie, from your friend from work.

"What" I said looking around the room.

I open the box and inside was an card with an address, a time, and saying get out those pjs and come down.

I had worked at the company for almost 2 months and I haven't made a friend since Ashely, but she has been out since she is close to her due date.

I knew it had to be that guy I met last night, but how did and what?

Questions I needed answered and one way or another I'm going to get to the bottom of this.