Everyone walked into the garden at the same time and circled around Sarah. Ivy and Edmund froze next to each other their faces glued on her.

                She held her arms around her legs and stared beyond them. Sarah fingers slid next to a beautiful bud and without word it flourished into a beautiful blood-red rose. Ivy gasped. Kai merely smiled as Simon and Aiden’s face looked at him in question.

                Sarah ripped off a gallant, white lily and held it in her palm facing Ivy. She frowned, and the lily turned to dust in a matter of seconds.  Ivy turned white with shock.

                “What are you doing!?!” Ivy glared brown specs in Sarah’s golden hand.

                “Watch carefully” Sarah said. She poked the mess in her palm, then with her right hand, she cupped over her left. 

                Simon laughed over the silence, “it’s like a magic trick!”

                In her palm was the perfect lily; completely spotless of any other shade but white. Kai cleared his throat, “would anyone like volunteer for further example?”

                After a few moments, Charlie stepped in the open space. Sarah slowly stood up and looked at her.  

                “Well,” Charlie edged on.

                “Do you trust me?” Sarah smiled.

                “Sure.” 

                Sarah held out both of her palms to Charlie. Once their hands connected, the garden seemed to lose the small breeze; as if the air itself went still with question. 

                Charlie began to feel the nape of her neck become damp, and then followed by the drips of sweat trickled down her spine. Moisture gathered around her forehead, and after that her scalp started to precipitate over her face. Her whole body was crying. Charlie felt her mouth parch. Her eyes welled up with tears. 

                Sarah closed her eyes in deep concentration. One- Sarah could hear the drips of water pound against the damp soil. Two- Charlie’s palms became cold. Three- Sarah broke the connection.

                Charlie had a waterfall of tears with her emerald eyes looking confused. Her face was pale and her body shivered. Aiden stepped forward and touched Charlie’s brow. He looked at Sarah. He wasn’t angry, she noted, but he wasn’t impressed. His eyes held a deep remorse.

                Sarah held her hand out to Charlie, but Aiden spoke first, “You’ve done enough. Go and lie down.” 

                Sarah handed Charlie a glass of water and left.

Chris bought a bottle of Vodka to our house for Lynne, Jason, and himself. Nate was outside with them, but drinking his own milk. I, however was sitting in the Living room with Julian and Grandma, hearing listening to loud, drunk voices.

Lynne is pulled in by Chris, and she goes to the bathroom. Chris tells me to go with her. So, I go. She had the door locked, but I coaxed her to open it. When I go in, she is falling off the toilet. I get her straight, and she starts falling all over the place. I ask her to spell her name, and she wasn't even close to spelling it right. (We start talking about random crap, and if you'd like to know what, ask me.)

Chris takes Lynne to my room, and laid her on the bed. One hour later, I go into my room and Lynne is on the floor and there's vomit all over my floor, my pillows, my bedding...EVERYTHING. It was so gross. I made Chris clean it all up with a little of my help. Lynne is then placed in the tub and she looks like crap. One hour later, I heard a noise from the bath tub, and Lynne is choking on her vomit, so I lean her head forward and made it come out. I saved her.

Everything is just about settled. Jason was a really funny, lovable drunk. We got him to bed.

After that, it was me, Julian, my grandma, and Chris. Chris mentioned that they were lucky that he didn't tell them any Iraq stories. Then! All of a sudden he starts to twitch and his head drops between his knees. His body is all tensed up and he starts to grab the couch. This lasted for about 2 hours, inside and outside. He was having seizures/hallucinations of Iraq. (That's what hard vodka does to you.)

The next morning, I get out my grandma's bed with only 2 hours sleep. (it's 7 am). I say hello to Papa and Chris. (He's on the floor, laying down). I sit with them for a while. Then I grab my cleaned comforter from the dryer and sleep next to Julian (He's on the couch in family room, and I laid on the floor). Julian made everyone pancakes. :] I start to clean. My room. I'm there for while. I walk past everyone in the Living room and into the family to fold more clothes. I start to cry. I was still pretty disgusted with my family in general. First, my grandma even allowing alcohol into our home. Allowing Lynne to drink. Chris, giving Lynne too much to drink. Lynne deciding to drink anyways.
Julian finds me there and comforts me.

He told me that I'm still worth it. Even after my family embarassed me.

I love him so much.

Lets start from the begining.

Thanks to God:
I wasn't born a meth baby.
My Mother hasn't killed me yet.
That golf club didn't cause serious damage to my skull when I was 5.
I always looked both ways before crossing the street. 
Luckily, living in Westminister, I wasn't ran over by an asian driver.
Weird skin infection that felt like the my skin was going to fall off. Good thing it didn't.
When I stabbed my knee... No major blood vessel or artery was touched.
My nose broke at a decent spot and didn't go into my brain.
The concussion didn't leave me to unhealthy.
I wear a helmet... always.

:]