How did I get here?

Over the course of the last year, Reed Johnson's life has made some interesting twists and turns, and sadly, very few of them were for the better. Now, to get her away from the scenes that provoked her post-traumatic stress, her father has chosen to move the family back home to Nazareth in Pennsylvania.
Both old and new friends quickly start to make an impact on her life, and pretty soon, Reed is caught up in a web of drama while dealing with a lot of stuff herself. With an already fragile mental health, who knows how she'll end up?


34. Epilogue

I run into my room slam the door and throw myself on the bed. I grab the nearest pillow stuff it in my face and start screaming. I feel the pillowcase start to get soaked. I remove it and see two black spots on it. Shit. Now I ruined that too. Not only my life is practically over but my favorite pillowcase is ruined. I lift my face and look in to my huge mirror. Great. My mascara and eyeliner is f*cked. Who am I? 

How did I get here?




I have just made the phone call. I can't stay in this house any longer. When dad yelled at me something snapped inside and I have no idea how to repair it. My family and Alex have been the only two things keeping me in Jamestown but now? I knew that David would probably take up my defence but I don't want him to fight with dad too. So I made the call. No more. I am leaving Jamestown for good. The ballet academy is waiting for me with an apartment close to school and Central park. All I have to do is show up. I go about my room getting the boxes from the last move out of my closet. All the bags that I own are spread on the floor and I am hurling things into them. Soon everything is packed up. I pick as much up as I can carry and go to the pumpkin to throw it in the back. I go a scond time and this time I get it all. I go back in for the last time to get my phone, keys and my wallet. As I rush back down the stairs I am so caught up in thought that I don't see David before I slam into him and we both fall to the floor.

"Where are you going?" He asks in a shocked voice. I shake my head. "I'm sorry David. I have to go." I kiss his cheek and feel his body go limp. In the doorway I pause for a second. This is it. I am really leaving. I look back over my shoulder. David is staring at me like a lost puppy. I mouth "I'm sorry" to him blow a kiss and run to the car with tears in my eyes.

I take off. But before I hit the highway there is one more thing I need to do.

I stop the car at Pipestem Lake. The leaves have fallen off the trees but it is still beautiful to me. I fall to my knees at the edge of the water. I feel the mud soak my clothes and sob. I cry my heart out and whenever the wind blows it feels as if Grandpa is stroking my shoulder. It is getting dark when I leave and as I do I feel as if a mighty weight is being lifted from my shoulders. I take a last look at the lake close my eyes and take a deep breath.

In the car I set off. When I hit the highway I turn on the radio and sing along. Ironically enough "Wherever the Trail May Lead" is playing. While I drive my phone rings almost without stop but I turn off the sound.

And so I begin the 26 hour journey that will lead me to my future. The moon is shining above the road and lights up my way like a beacon sending out light promising warmth and freedom.

This is who I am. And you just got the story of how I got here.


Authors note: Hi guys! I decided to wind it up a little sooner than I expected but I think it turned out well enough. I know that the whole two year thing isn't really correct and I'm changing it just after I finish this. A huge thank you to the nine people who favourited, the six who liked and the people who gave this story 1301 views! I loved writing it and I am putting up a sequel soon. I can't wait to write it and I hope that someone bothers to read it. Also thank you to my brilliant brother Daniel who has helped me all along with my grammar and my choice of words. And of course last but not least. Augusta and Celina! You guys... Words cannot describe how grateful I am that everytime I was experiencing writers block you guys pulled me through and helped me move along. You guys are two of my best friends and I love you <3

I hope to have the sequel up before christmas as I am going to the Faroe Islands soon to visit my grandmother and I always have loads of time to write when up there. It will be called "Who I am".

Again thank you for reading it!

-Marie Egholm

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