Finally today was the day I have been waiting for. Today was the day I was finally allowed outside again. And for the first time since the accident I was free from all the painfully bandage changes and wound cleanings. I have to admit tho that its been kind of relaxing just staying in bed all day and watching Netflix, but except from that can't wait to get out of the apartment.

It's only been a couple of days, but in my head it felt like it's been months since I've talked to my any of my friends from school. I can't believe I am saying this, but I actually miss the boring classes with Miss Keane. Ever since people saw the post that Olivia posted on Instagram , the news of my hospital visit and injures spread like wildfire and my phone has been blowing up with random messages from people at school. Half of the people that sent them I don't even know.

I was happy that I didn't have a concussion so I can still use my electronics, but the doctor gave me a big speech about taking it slowly until my head wounds were completely healed. That meant no unnecessary movements and daily bandage changes. The boys and especially Leo have been glued to my side a lot to assist me with every little thing. Well, I can't really complain because the guys have been taking such good care of me, but still, it feels good to get on with my life.

Lucas and Blaze suggested that we went out to buy some school supplies today since our senior year starts on Monday. And honestly, a shopping trip with the boys seems like a nice break right now.

Right now I am just chilling on the couch watching some television. I am not kidding I am sure I have watched almost every out there by now. It's still pretty early so figured I would just eat some breakfast while waiting for my ride. The apartment feels quiet when it's only me here and the silence is peaceful.

Flashback

I finished frying the chicken and plated it together with the fries and sauce. The kitchen smelled amazing and I could feel my stomach begging for food. I glanced over at the clock and it showed 11:37, Mason should be home by now. I carried to food over to the dining room where I had already decorated the table with flowers and a nice table cloth.

I waited for my brother to come home so we could eat together, but as time went by he still hadn't shown up. The clock on the wall showed 01:22 and I gave up. I cleared the table and threw the flowers I picked in the trash. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I ate all food in my room. I felt so alone and disgusted by myself, but most of all I felt disappointed.

I snapped out of my thoughts when the doorbell rang I quickly got up from the couch to answer the door. I opened the door to greet my friends, but instead of seeing Lucas and Blaze, I was met with confusion.

My body was suddenly pulled into a hard chest as I felt a shocking pain in my neck. "What is ha-happening?" I blurted out as everything around me became unclear. I desperately tried to speak, but the words got stuck in my throat. My eyelids felt so heavy and the urge to close them became stronger with every second. Around me, I could still hear muffled voices talking, but everyone felt so far away. I couldn't fight it anymore and every turned pitch black.

My head felt like someone had hit me with a sledgehammer and my body was not much better. I tried to get up, but something pulled me back down.

"What is going on?" I asked mumbled to myself dizzily. My eyes fluttered open slightly and I was met with a bright light. It took a couple of seconds for my eyes to adapt to the light, but after a while, everything around me became clearer.

I look around and it felt like I was in one of my nightmares. The walls of the room were painted in a pretty blush color and were decorated in pictures and paintings of a little girl smiling at the camera.

A large bookshelf took up space beside the bed I have cried myself to sleep in numerous times. My worst nightmares have become reality, I am back in my hometown. In the house that I grew up in, a couple of blocks away is the school where I was constantly bullied and harassed.

I look over at the window where I would spend my nights looking up at the stars and wish that all my problems would go away, but they didn't. Or at least not until I moved to New York.

My trip down memory lane got interrupted when the door to my bedroom got pulled open. In came my oldest brother Mason.

He was the hardest person to leave because he was probably the only person that seemed to care about me. He sacrificed party's, school, and friends so he could take care of and provide for me.

I knew it couldn't always be easy for Mason. First losing both his parents than having to raise a little girl and 3 hyperactive boys.

I looked into his eyes as he cried in front of me. My strong strict brother was gone and now he was completely vulnerable and emotional. He looked tired like he hadn't slept much, but his eyes still light up when he locked them with mine.

It didn't take long before he pulled me into his warm chest. The familiar scent of a home filled my body and I felt safe.

I didn't notice until I pulled away from him that I was crying as well. His white t-shirt was drenched in tears and I laughed a little at the sight.

"Alexandra tell me that it's you and that is not just a dream" he begged me. I gently cupped his cheeks. "Mason, do you remember when you locked yourself out of the car and couldn't get me out?" I smirked at the memory.

He smiled down at me " I was so worried that day, but you figured it out as always and got out.

I smiled at the memory of 4-year-old me. Mason had taken me out to run errands, but he forgot to take take the keys with him, so I got locked inside. I remember him running around not knowing what to do while I reached out for the button that unlocked the doors.

Luckily we both got out of that little incident unharmed with a good laugh for later.

"I know that I was a terrible brother not being there for you always, but can you forgive me, Angel?" He pleaded with a guilty expression.

I felt horrible for leaving him thinking that he was the reason I left. The guilt he must have felt all this time. In reality, it was so much more than that. "I was at such a low point in my life back then that I didn't know what to do. I was constantly being bullied at school for being fat and a loser and it felt like I was held in a prison."

He urged me to continue. " I didn't have any friends, but I had my brothers that I could count on to always be there for me. I was depressed for a while, but the day at the movie theater was like the final drop. It felt like I had no one and I was desperate for something new, a fresh start far away from this place."

As I ended my story I already in tears. I knew this was only the first of many confrontations with the past, but I knew that I needed closure. I couldn't escape from my brothers anymore.