A holiday break. The third term holiday break. Saturday began with the ray of sunlight caressing my freckled cheeks. I fluttered open my eyes as I hazily scanned at the luggage on the wooden floor. It was today. I would be going to my grandparents house for two weeks. It's just two weeks. I doubt anything would happen right? Lies. I knew very well that at least one bad event would occur. Time was just having its sadistic gamble, waiting for the least expected moment to pounce on me. 

My small hands rubbed the edge of my eyes, yawning at the lack of sleep lingering in my eyes and skin. I was the least excited person in the house, everyone else looked as if they were going to go for the biggest paradise in the world. Oh the stupidity. Of course they would. Look at them, they're on the edge of their toes. I had bad memories. Them, well, they had none. My sluggish body gradually picked itself up and started heading towards the car, I sat at the far back seat and quietly shut everything out with a simple excuse of "music". The scenery shifted, so did my attitude. Vulnerability unravelled upon my skin, causing cold goose bumps to arise. My head was eating my body. Slowly the car drove into the driveway, it was sickening. My fingertips grasped onto the ends of my shirt, closing my eyes to keep myself steady. If these two weeks don't pass quick, I'm going to bury myself. Eyes shifted onto the pavement, the gray color forming a sense of comfort around my helpless body. My lips curled into a light smile before rewinding back into it's emotionless state. My Stepmother stared back at me, examining my expression; she was amused. She wanted me to be vulnerable because when I am, I lose control. W