Realization

The eyes. The "windows to the soul". Is this true? I think it does, but not in a normal sense.

Everleigh (Ever-Lay), likes the nickname leh-leh or close friends/family call her Very. Except her family didn't call her Ver, they called her stupid, delusional, never a nice thing to say about her, even when she did well. She always brought good grades home, never got into trouble, never argued, did as she was told. She was the perfect child, with imperfect parents. Her saving grace and sanity was her brother. They were a year apart but they were always together and always close, she protected him. She works and went to school, but something always bothered her. She never fit in, always had headaches, she saw things, but she wrote it off as an illness, but is it something else?

Damn, I left my my keys on my dresser, I'll hear about that later. I got to get to work early today, someone decided to quit last night so of course I gotta pick up the slack. But it's a good job, pays well, people can be okay, but the customers can kinda suck sometimes. I think I met someone though, so far he seems kind, gentle. He and I share alot of interests too. Books, music, games, but he likes other things I'm not too sure about, however I'm willing to learn about them, I've definitely looked into them, studied you could say. I wonder if he'd ever consider dating me, if he thinks abo it me like I think of him. How he smiles, laughs, how sometimes his shirts are a little tight, how must his lips feel. Aside from that, I don't think I'm good looking at all, I mean it's just self esteem issues. I think I can get over that, I'm already trying. On any given day I see him it's a tall black coffee with 2 shots of vanilla. But not today, I even waited a little bit after my shift, nothing. Well I guess it's time to face reality. Work had flashed by, other than one spill from the new girl which does happen, I still do that sometimes, it was pretty quiet. Which I am very thankful for, means I can think, think about him, think about life. Definitely think about how I'm going to get into my house without my parents finding out I forgot my keys. That will be something. Oh if only he came today, it would at least make me feel better. One of these days I will try to kiss him. I've never wanted something so bad in my life, I want to be near him, I want to hold him and never let go. "BOO!" "AHH!" If anyone knows me, I hate surprises. "SCOUT! WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?" "Awe come on Ver, I have to make sure my sister is kept on her toes. Someone could snatch you up and I gotta make sure you are prepared."

Scout (Sc-Out), his sister is still thinking of a nickname that isn't dickhead but he knows she's just kidding around. Being 6 feet tall, dark long hair he will always be a ladies man. However the typical ladies man is also a jock, or athlete, but not my brother. He's shy, he enjoys school, he'd rather be reading or learning something new. His sister however he always wondered why she didn't have everyone drooling over her. She was stunning. But she had to wear baggy clothes. She always took the hits, ever since they were little, when the hands went up she went in front. Always covered in bruises and trying to cover them. She learned to do makeup very early on, now she is an artist. But she always put my safety first, now it's my turn. Since taking my safety in as her priority her confidence went downhill, she says she's not pretty, she's always got marks and scars. However once in a blood moon she would treat him to a nice dinner out, and she would get all dolled up and go somewhere really nice. Jaws dropped, people turned their heads and she would keep her head high. No one, even kids from school recognized her. Scout would wear contacts, dressed the part and was by far the most handsome teenager for miles. Everyone knew they were siblings. It was uncanny.

I wink at my sister as she scowls at me. "So are you going to head home?" "Actually you're my saving grace, if you are headed home." She looked so guilty. "I left my damn keys on my dresser this morning, I had to come to work early and in the rush I forgot them." She looked frightened almost. "Hey." I pull her keys out of my pocket. "I went to check on you this morning because you were very upset all night, I heard you scream awake alot last night. But you had already left and I saw your keys. Figured I'd give them to you when you left work." "Oh my god, thank you so so much." Tearing up she gives me one of her best hugs. We start towards home, but we always take the long way, avoiding home at all costs. One time she tried to get in trouble with the cops, chuckling at the memory I bump her. She giggles and bumps me back. Today felt different though. She looked different. Since we were little she's had a gift. People write it off as an illness, as just a child's imagination. But she always knew what was going to happen, and to who, except she never knew when. It was unreal. She only thought of them as nightmares. Till she seemed to walk into something and she immediately went pale.

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