I sit at my computer, my college essay still lovingly blank. My cursor blinks at me, and I only have fragments of what I wish to write down. I’ve taken the past week off of school to recover from various injuries and traumas. I think it’s Dad’s way of ensuring I don’t get into any more trouble. After we got Cain to the hospital we agreed to tell the Steele’s the truth, no matter the punishment. They were more grateful to have the real Cain back than to punish us for lying, and they helped us create a story to tell everyone why we were in the basement.
Dad is still paranoid that I’m acting out, though. So when I asked to stay home for a bit, he allowed it.
It has given me time to write; if only I could find the right words. Part of me wants to let the world know about what happened over the past month, about Vetis and Ithinara, and my family history. It would never work, though.
So instead I begin to type out the beginning of a letter to my mother. I write about what she did, and how I no longer blame her. I write about how for the first time in fourteen years I’ve gone to visit her grave.
It is hours before I finish, and even I am surprised by it. It needs some editing, and I won’t give it to Dad until I’ve gone over it at least a hundred times.
But it’s a start.
And a new start was all I ever wanted.
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