Heal Me

I slowly look into his eyes, maybe for too long. I don't want to look away from those cool black gems. However, I do reluctantly tare my gaze and instead stare at the star-filled sky.  "They're beautiful." he speaks up. I don't look at him as my ears burn brightly from just hearing his voice. What is wrong with me? My heart beats faster as I hear him move gradually closer to me. I slowly turn back to his gaze, and this time I don't know if I can ever look away. "The stars are pretty." I whisper. He raises one hand and takes off my glasses as I freeze in place. "No, not the stars. I mean your eyes." --------------------------------- 2 months ago "Mom! Your mail's here." I say as I continue to sit on the computer. I'm in the middle of a paragraph for the first chapter of my new book. It's supposed to be a sequel of the vampire/werewolf fanfiction I wrote previously that gained a lot of attention on the app FreeWrite. My mom doesn't approve of it, but at least I got a steady income of cash coming in.  "Why don't you get your lazy butt off that computer and go get it yourself?" She yells from the kitchen as I roll my eyes. "I'm trying to write. It's literally right there."  "Emily, don't make me come out there! You better be up in the next five seconds!" I roll my eyes as I push myself out of my seat, walking over to the door that's LITERALLY right next to the kitchen. I grab the bundle of envelopes and place the rent papers on the dining room table.  "I seriously can't stand you. You spend way too much time on that computer."  "Maybe I get it from you."  My mom is round-faced brunette who works as a at-desk receptionist. We don't really get a lot of money that way, and so low budget clothes and necessities is all we can afford. My mother scowls at me fiercely as she takes of her dishes gloves and walks into the living room.  "What's that... The rent? Oh, didn't know it would come this early." "it's almost the end of the month ma. The landowner's been sending these for a while now." "Well aren't you a smart ass." Mom scoffs as she stares me down. I've gotten used to the way she treats me, so it doesn't really affect me much anymore. It still pains to hear it, but as long as I have the computer and I can write, I'm fine.  "I can pay it off again. I got my paycheck from FreeWrite yesterday." "FreeWrite? Again? What on living earth are you doing on that website?" "I... just write."  "Yeah, as if that's all you're doing." She seethes. I blink at her as I try to keep my emotions intaked. This is what I had to deal with for years. I've first started writing on FreeWrite at age 14, and now I'm 17. The audience loves my works, but my mother just refuses to see that. It hurts sometimes, but I've learned to hide those emotions, suppress them so she doesn't get a reaction out of me.  "Go get the money and be quick about it. The bus's coming in a few minutes." I roll my eyes once again as I descend into my room, shaking out one solid check from my pillowcase. I kiss it goodbye, praying to god for another one like it so it can help us out for next month's rent as well. Ms. Foecher, an old woman who used to live in the little house next to our apartment complex, payed for out rent for a good part of half a year. She had sadly passed away a few weeks ago though, so I decided to take advantage of my position on FreeWrite to become a signed author.  "Emily! The bus is here! What are you still doing? Don't tell me you lost the damn check!" "I'm here, jesus. I got it." She snatches the piece of paper from my grip and seals it in a envelope. I turn my back on her and grab my bag urgently, seeing that the tan-yellow bus was in fact outside in the view of our window. I snatch a poptart as well and run out the door not before noticing that a bunch of boxes laid in piles next to deceased Ms. Foecher's used to be house. I don't have time to think as i board the bus.  The bus driver gives me her famous scowl as I push my way through the crowd of seats and teens. A few boys in the middle seats laugh as I almost trip over one of their feet.  "Very funny." I snap, sitting at the back where less students were to taunt me. After I settle in and become nonexistent to anyone, I think back to the boxes in front of Ms. Foecher's house. She was old and also in one of our many conversations she had admitted that she didn't marry anyone and had no kids. She was last of her bloodline. I always found inspiration from her because I can never see myself with anyone and probably dying with a assortment of cats. Not because I don't want anyone, just because no one wants me. I can't say I'm the prettiest and smartest girl in the world, who am I kidding, not even in my school, probably the ugliest to be honest.  So, i'm bound to be alone forever. But that brings me back to the question. Why were there all those boxes? Was the house sold to someone else?