He Fixed Me (Taylor Caniff Fan Fiction)

Marie's POV

I hate this. I didn't want to move. Not right before my senior year of high school.  Even with what's going on in my family, I rather stay here than move away from the danger. In my family, there was a lot of drama. But most importantly, the drama caused us to be in danger. Physical danger. So my mom chose the easy way, to run.

    I was standing in my hot pink bedroom that I have had since I was 2. The paint was peeling where the headboard of my bed scrapped the wall, showing the different colors that had been painted on the wall. Light pink, light green, blue, red, gray, then black. The colors of my wall practically show my life. Light happiness shown from earlier, fading into the darkest color to match the depression I was in currently.  My walls were empty, like always.

I was an odd teen who was depressed. The stereotype of depressed teen is a black room with band posters hanging on the walls left and right. But my room, old room, was black with a black and white picture of the eifle tower than hung above the head board, my bed which was covered in white sheets. I had pictures of friends and family hung around my room with the roof covered in little Christmas lights. I loved my room.

I would always be here in my room. Though I didn't really act depressed is an easy answer. I'm depressed, but I'm trying. Trying to get by. Everybody tells me pain doesn't last forever, but I'm almost positive it's not true. Nothing has been good since dad died, it has just gone downhill.  I tried to tell myself that this move is going to help me. It's going to get better. But it's hard to believe.

    I grabbed my two suitcases and my blue JanSport bookbag and tossed the bag over my shoulder, gripping the handle bars of my suitcases. I took one last look around my room. I don't want to do this. My grip on the handle bars tightened so much when I decided I need to release the bar before I broke it.

   I sat down on my tall king sized old bed and rested my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands, propping my heavy head up.

I can do this.

   I heaved up and grabbed the handle bars once again and thought hard about what I was doing. I nodded to myself. Yes. I'm leaving and everything will be better. I'll make good friends there too.

   I grabbed the golden door handle that I had grabbed millions of times, also knowing that it was going to be the last time, and turned, opening the door and rolling the suitcases down the stairs.

    Mom was finishing with the last 3 boxes to put in the moving truck before we went to the airport to catch out flight. We didn't have many boxes, our new house was already full of furniture.

   I shoved my suitcases in the trunk, noticing my mom's was there already. I slammed the trunk closes and walked to the passager side door.

    Here goes..

    Mom hurried to the car and slide in. I pulled out my white iPhone and text my best friend:

To: The Bae Becca

Hey. Leaving my house now to head to the airport. I'm going to miss you so much. Bye beautiful. Text me and maybe you could come visit!

From: The Bae Becca

Ok:( I love you! Have fun and get friends. Don't suffer because I'm not there 

To: The Bae Becca

Of course I would suffer don't worry.

From: The Bae Becca

Haha lol ok bye babes

To: The Bae Becca

Bye love...

I turned to my mom to see her driving, paying special attention to the other cars.

Here goes. A new start. I'll finally be happy. Note the sarcasm.