Sunshine and casket

Xylina Grace : I want to be a stone in my next life. Oh no. Here we go again. There are walls around my heart that no one can break. I won't let anyone break my already bruised and broken heart. Do I even have a heart? I sigh and walk inside the huge mansion of my uncle. I have vacation so they called me here but I don't trust them. I lived in another county because simply living here is painful for me. It triggers my traumatic past. My parents died when I was in high school leaving me alone. I was alone anyway with them or without them. I was always lonely. Lucky for me my uncle and aunt decided to take me in. They provide me with enough and will provide for me until I become an adult. I took one more breath, calming my racing heart. No need to trigger any memories. No need for it. I gazed through the expensive halls of the mansion. Why are they not here to greet me? The top question is why they called me here after all those years. Both of them know I don't like to be here. Must be something important. Walking towards my uncle's office I opened the door slightly only to check if uncle Alexander is inside and to my luck, he is inside but not alone. He is with aunt Hera and my cousin Freya. Seems like their important discussion. "I can't just sell her to him." Uncle Alex said to aunt. "So you want to sell our daughter off." Aunt Hera yelled back. "I can't." Uncle Alex sighs in defeat. "Dad, I don't want to arrange marriage. You know I am in love with someone else." Freya said crying. Arrange marriage? "Look Alex we are going to marry Xylina to them and besides she used our money for many years. She can do this much for our safety." Aunt Hera explained to him. My body tenses up. They are planning for me to marry off to some stranger. Oh no. So they called me here for this. I backed away from the door. Calm down, girl. I walked out of the mansion and started walking toward random roads. It's night and guess what I am afraid of the dark. Good, there are Street lights on. They want to marry me off. And I can't say no to them, of course, I used their money but I didn't ask them to do so. I am in deep trouble. I need help. But who will help me? No one. I have no one. No friends, even my family, died. So what now? If it wasn't for my mental illness then I would have ended up with few friends. I got lost in my thoughts. I didn't even notice the car coming towards me at full speed causing me to jump away on the footpath. My breath quickens. Nothing happened. I am safe. I am not dead yet. It would be much better if I died. The car stopped away to a distance and a young boy probably older than I came out quickly running towards me. He crouched down in front of me, his deep green and bluish eyes looking at me in concern. His brown-reddish hairs covered his forehead. He is wearing blue jeans with a white T-shirt and a jacket. "I am so sorry. I didn't see you." He apologizes. I took a sharp breath in. "It's okay. I was walking around foolishly." I replied with a small smile. He nods and helps me to stand up. I am not injured at all. Good. The boy checked me one more time making sure I am okay and nodded at himself. "Come with me I will drop you at your home." He offered. "No, it's okay. I don't have any home here anyway." I replied with no emotions in my tone. A home is a place where you can live peacefully and I have no home. I can't get peace anywhere. "What do you mean? You are new here." He said softly. "Yeah, I got here today. I don't want to go to my uncle's house today." I replied with a small smile. "It's okay. But it's not safe for you to walk around at this time. This place is dangerous. Why don't you stay at my place, you can leave anytime you want?" He offered with a soft smile. A place to live. But can I trust him? A total stranger. It wouldn't be bad to get kidn*pped and die. What I am even thinking. I look at his deep mysterious eyes. He doesn't look like a bad person and I don't know why but I can feel calm with him. I nod and offer him my hand. "I am Xylina. Thank you for helping me." I said with a smile. He took my hand in his. It's warm. "Kenneth. Treat me as your friend." He replies with a smile. I nod at him. Friend. I never had a friend. Kenneth helped me inside his car and took his seat later. Then he starts driving towards the place he was headed towards. "So why are you here in this country?" Kenneth asked, trying to make conversation. "My uncle called me," I replied. "Alright, I must be tired from traveling," Kenneth said. "Yup I am tired. Too much tired." I replied. Too tired to live in this world. Too tired to deal with anyone or anything. "Don't worry you won't be tired anymore. I will take care of you." Kenneth replied genuinely. I smile softly. I believed him. "Please do so. You are my first-ever friend." I whispered, closing my eyes. Sleep took over me. Slowly my senses fade towards dreamland.