Starting Over

"I'M HOME," I screamed into the house, realizing the silence. I walked into the kitchen to see needles scattered across the table with some of mom's "medication." I grabbed some gloves from the silverware drawer before clearing the table then I continued to sterilize the table. I wasn't going to let Fiona get sick again, last time I almost lost her. I knew she would be home from her last day of school hungry. I threw the gloves away and continued to cook some ramen noodles for us to eat. As the noodles cooled I stepped into the bathroom to look at myself. My shaggy midnight blue hair was a mess(I didn't care) and my hazel eyes were full and not so tired as they usually are. I had on a black tee and some denim shorts with black converses. I never did dress extraordinary like, seeing that I had no one to show off to or for so I didn't really care. I heard the slamming of the front door followed with heavy sobs. I ran to the door to see a mass of long midnight blue hair.

"Bad day?" I asked. Fiona pulled her hair away and looked at me. Her hazel eyes were puffy and her purple tee with a puppy on it was soaked with...blood? Her shorts were a little tattered and she was missing a sandal. "WHAT HAPPEND?" I asked. She sobbed out, "Some bad boys hit me really hard and then they began to run down the street. Tyler, please never make me take that nasty old school bus ever AGAIN! PLEASE?" I just held her, angry that I wasn't able to protect her from the bastards. "I won't, I promise. Hey, at least school is over." I knew better than to ask how school was. She got bullied and it bothered me that I could never be there to protect here, that's all I wanted to do. I picked her up and carried her to the kitchen, sat on a chair and held her until she quieted down. We ate and afterwards Fiona changed into a shirt and some shorts that weren't bloody. I cleaned her face up and made sure she wouldn't need stitches.

Fiona was only seven and I hated the fact that this had happened. I knew I had to cheer her up. We went to the living room and turned the TV on. She turned to Nickelodeon I could stand SpongeBob, barley, but I wouldn't let her know that. She huddled up against me and demand that I sing to her. It always made her laugh and cheer up so I did sing.

"Gotta change my answering machine
Now that I'm alone
Cause right now it says that we
Can't come to the phone
And I know it makes no sense
Cause you walked out the door
But it's the only way I hear your voice anymore
It's ridiculous
It's been months
And for some reason I just
Can't get over us
And I'm stronger than this
Enough is enough
No more walking round
With my head down
I'm so over being blue
Crying over you
And I'm so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing you were still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio?"

"You're singing 'So Sick' by Ne-Yo! I love that song! Thank you," Fiona beamed at me. I would of smiled if I hadn't herd heavy foot steps storming downstairs. I immediately jumped up, to face the crack head that was in my own house. Mom had dyed her hair from midnight blue to a dark orange and she was wearing a red shirt with yellow sweat pants. Half of her hair was short and the other half was semi long. she had hazel eyes but they were full of anger and frustration. I felt Fiona hide behind me. Mom bellowed, "WHY THE F@#$ ARE YOU MAKING ALL OF THIS DAMN NOISE! DAMN IT I TOLD YOU SORRY A@# KIDS TO KEEP IT DOWN! YOU'LL GET A LASHING FOR THIS!" "Sorry Mom, Fiona got beat up by some boys and was sad. I was just trying to cheer her up." "YOU ACT LIKE I GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THAT WHORE!" "DON'T CALL HER A WHORE! SHE'S NOT YOU!" I snapped back.

Mom raced behind me, grabbed Fiona and began to beat on her. I grabbed my mom and tossed her across the room, picked up Fiona and ran to my room and locked us in there. Fiona had covered her mouth to prevent herself from yelling in pain. That was the last straw. I could take Mom beating on me, I could take it and have been taking it for the past seven years. I was eight when Fiona was born, when my mom started to act out and when I realized that I had to grow up quicker than other kids. Now, Mom's rage was leaking out to my baby sister, the final straw. "WHERE ARE YOU LITTLE PIECES OF S#$%! I WILL KILL YOU TWO!" We stayed in my room for at least two hours before I let Fiona out to pack a bag. I had packed mines while in my room. After she had finished we went down the stairs, out the door and ran for our lives. We ran for what seemed like hours before we got tired.

"Tyler, I'm tired." I picked up my sleepy little sister. "Tyler?" "Yes Fiona?" "Are we going back?" "No." "Are we going to stay together?" "Yes. I will always protect you." "Okay. Tyler?" "Yes Fiona?" "Can you sing to me?" "Okay." I began to sing to her.

"I feel weak, we've been here before
'Cause I feel we keep going back and forth
Maybe it's over, maybe we're through
But I honestly can say I still love you"
Fiona began to yawn.
"Maybe we reached the mountain peak
And there's no more left to climb
And maybe we lost the magic piece
And we're both too blind to find"
She began to fall asleep in my arms.
"Let's start over
Let's give love their wings
Let's start over
Stop fighting about the same old thing
Let's start over
We can't let our good love die"
She was asleep now. From then on I had to do whatever it took to protect her.
"Maybe we can start all over
Give love another life"

Notes

Hey! Thanks for reading! This is my first story, so sorry if it's short. I'll update asap. Tell me what you guys think?