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My Book
(not my life story just one i wrote)
Part 3

The last week of summer I knew I couldn’t take it anymore; I was going to flunk out of my last year in high school when it started if I stayed in the this house or anywhere near Janie. I needed some place different to live, a job, things to take my mind off of the past two months. Janie was a living rollercoaster of emotion crying one second, happy as ever the next and beyond angry to finish. Some days she slept all day and others she could stay awake for days. I had not cure, I was at lost for what to do. Time and space was all that I thought to give her. She needs to pull it together, fix what ever is making her explosions to keep coming. Maybe the doctor was wrong, maybe she isn’t just one grenade but many and they have only just begun to get their strings pulled out. I might take years or it could be a simple solution right around the corner but I was leaving her to do it her self. Not in a selfish way if she had needed me to help her get better she wouldn’t still be like this. None of this was my fault.
‘Lizabeth and William live on the other side of the city. They share a rather large apartment that is more like a loft then an apartment. They are only siblings I have that have made a connection deeper then a hello at reunions. Their mothers were different but somehow they connected. As they got older they made it part of their lives to see each other, of all my siblings these are the only ones I actually know. So they were the first I went to in hopes of finding somewhere to stay but still staying near by Janie just in case. I didn’t want the remove myself from Janie’s life completely; there was still a chance that she might need me.
‘Lizabeth answered the phone when I finally found her number to call.
“Hello,” ‘Lizabeth voice rang through the phone. She sounded worried, maybe she had caller I-D and new it was me.
“Hey ‘Lizabeth. It’s Lacey. Everything’s fine.” I reassured her trying my best to keep my self from getting anxious. If this conversation didn’t go well I mine as well give up. No one was going to take me in, these people were my one and only chance.
“Right, well…. What do you need Lacey? Something has to be up from you to be calling me honey.”
“Its Janie she lost it completely this time. I think she needs space and a lot of time. She can’t get that with me at home; I’m just making it harder. And I can’t live with her right now, not while she is like this. The doctor says it going to take a lot of time and strength on her part. The process will be slow but it will come eventually, maybe in years but it will come. I’m intruding on that process ‘Lizabeth and I need a new place to live. I have to get away from her from the place Dad slept and lived. I need change starting with somewhere to live.” I took a breath hoping the words would work their magic.
“So what your saying is you need out, and your asking me and William to help you with that?”
“No ‘Lizabeth I’m asking you to help me help Janie. We both need our space and separation is the only thing that is going to give that to us.”
“I understand Lacey but leaving your mother like that, is that really such a good idea. She is still in shock honey.”
“I’ve been there for two month now, hoping my presence will do something shake her awake but it hasn’t. Its time to try something different. ‘Lizabeth please you won’t regret it.”
“I’m going to have to talk to William. Lacey it’s a good chance that he will say yes, you know he adores you and so do I but I still need to ask ok”
“Ok,” I answered with relief, that’s all I need hope, hope that things could be fixed and life could get the closes to normal it will ever get. ‘Lizabeth was giving me that hope.
“Good…… and Lacey be good its going to work out…. Somehow honey, somehow.” And she hung up.
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