Margie's POV:

Black. All I see is black. Actually, all I've ever seen is black. It's just that this time, it's literal. Ever since my dad stopped paying attention to me when I was young, my life started being filled with darkness. Black started seeping in from the corners. But when he ordered us to move away, I fell into never-ending darkness. I moved around like a zombie and my heart had lost all hope.

Honestly, I don't even know where I am. I just see darkness all around me and I can't feel my body. It's so quiet, my thoughts seem to be the only thing alive. I always knew this was how I'd end up- alone. Nothing and no-one around me. Just my thoughts that continue killing me gradually.

I was amidst a chain of thoughts when a sharp pain hit my chest. I tried screaming but I couldn't. My neck strained and the pain peaked up. I could feel the tears well up in my eyes and my body started coming back to life, but in a way I'd prefer dying. Every cell of my body made me feel like I was being chopped into pieces. I tried opening my mouth and my throat caught fire.

I could feel someone's hand on mine and liquid falling onto my arm. I tried parting my lips and saying something but there was something going through my mouth and down my throat. All that came out was a whimper.

The person beside me jerked up and squeezed my hand tighter. "Darling? Margie? Are you Okay?" I heard my mom's voice say.

I made a noise with my throat and squeezed my eyes shut as the unbearable pain hit me. 

"Shh, shh. Don't struggle. It'll only make it worse," she told me as she patted my hand. How awful. I couldn't talk to my own mother while I had a lot to say. Isn't she worried and confused? How did I even get here? What happened?

I tried to open my eyes but immediately shut them once the light hit me. Breathing felt like driving spears into my chest and I tried not to breathe as much as I could. I want the comma back, the darkness was better.

"I'm so glad you're still alive, Marg. You don't know how worried you made me," mom said and put her head on my chest, which made me yelp. She immediately moved back and I heard her mutter a sorry.

I slowly tried opening my eyes again and looked at her with tears falling from them. She looked so stressed and it was like she didn't sleep all night. There were bags under her red eyes and she looked so stressed- was I the reason she was like this?

A chocking sound came out of my throat instead of the words I wanted to say. The pain only made me cry harder, increasing the chest pain. Mom bit her lip and joined me in crying. She placed her head on my bed and sobbed while still holding my hand.

I shut my eyes once again and let the tears roll down my face. Dad did this to us...

Carson's POV:

I packed my homework books into my bag and leaned onto my locker as I watched the pupils scramble out of the school. 

"Carson..." 

I jumped at Damien's voice and faced him. "Oh, haven't seen you since chemistry. I have a lot of questions-" I started as I walked off but he pulled me back and looked into my eyes, searching for the right thing to say.

The worried look in his eyes vanished as fast as it came and was replaced by a warm and vibrant look. "I've got a lot of questions too," he put his arm around my shoulders and steered me out the double-doors, into the parking lot, "Like: where are all your friends? I haven't seen you with anyone today."

He was acting weird and I didn't like it... he was looking for someone and he thought I knew the person he was looking for. That could be a reason why he was there. I narrowed my eyes at him as I realized something- 

"You know I'm anti-social. I've always been since we were kids. You were my only friend and you left," I suddenly stopped walking and turned to face him. He smiled nervously, "Sorry about that. You can't possibly be mad-"

A sigh came from my lips as I shook my head. "I couldn't possibly be mad at you. My turn to ask a question," I said and shoved my hands in my jeans' pockets.

A look of hesitation flashed across his features for a second before he forced a smile onto his face and chirped, "Sure."

I leaned against a random car and looked into his eyes before asking, "How did you even know I'm here and not at home? You'd expect me to be one town over, right? That's when we last saw each other."

Damien bit his lip and leaned onto the car too, "I put a tracker on your toy car the first time I gave it to you just in case... just in case we lost each other. I can't believe it came in handy."

I widened my eyes and reached into my bag to bring out my red toy car, the one I vowed to carry all around with me in remembrance of Damien.

"I knew you'd never forget it. You'd never forget me-" Damien said as he reached into my bag and brought out his green toy car. 

We stared at each other and I couldn't stop myself from asking, "What took you so long? It's been twelve years and-" I couldn't go on. Damien was my closest friend and he was part of my family. I waited ever since the day he left... I waited for him to come back but he never did.

He rubbed the back of his neck and peered at me, "I'm sorry. My father-"

I furrowed my brows and immediately sensed that something wrong. He was hiding something from me. "How did you get away this time? After all those years, how did you slip under his nose this time?" I asked and watched his face intently.

He blew some of his hair from his eyes and put his head on the car's roof. "Student exchange program. There was one in our school and it was with this school. I took the opportunity so here I am."

I didn't fully believe him but I dropped it to avoid starting a fight or making things even more awkward than they were.

Damien cleared his throat before stepping forward and opening the car we were leaning on.

"Woah," I stopped leaning on the car and observed it. "Is this- Is this really yours?"

Damien smiled and nodded, "Yep. Where's yours?"

That made me rub the back of my neck and bite my lip. "I don't... have one."

"Oh, sorry," he said and got into his black SUV. "See ya tomorrow."

"Bye," I said quietly as I waved at him. He coughed up the engine and drove out smoothly. 

He's changed a lot... and I definitely don't like that. He seems somewhat untrustworthy. I have no idea why he's here but he's definitely the next addition to my 'keep an eye on them' list. Will I ever get peace?

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