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That means that if we move, we will have to move in with your Aunt Sue.” I stared at her in shock. A forclosure? That couldn’t be true. I hadn’t spent any money this month, so how could we have run out? Plus, she said we would have had to move again. I finally realized that my mouth was hanging open, so I shut it quickly. “Honey, don’t worry so much, I said ‘if’ I don’t get enough money this month. That won’t mean that I won’t, it just means that I might not.”

I began cutting the lettace again, still shocked at the idea of moving, again. When I had moved here, it had been my second move. And I didn’t want to do another one all over again, or go to a new school and not fit in, again. I finished chopping the lettace and began throwing the salad together. I couldn’t blame my mother for not getting paid enough because I know that in the past, she did ask for a few raises. Of course, the drug store didn’t do that. I sighed and my mother looked at me. Her eyes were full of hurt now. She looked as if she knew that she let me down.

I set the table and we ate in silence. We never spoke a word to each other. I know that I didn’t fit in well here, but I honestly didn’t mind it here. I didn’t like the school much, but that didn’t really matter. What mattered right now, was that my mother needed help. I would have to ask my Aunt Sue for some help. My mother wouldn’t approve and I know that I didn’t, but I just couldn’t face the thought of moving again. Sometimes that pain got so bad that I would be completely numb and empty inside.

I finished dinner first, putting my dishes into the sink and going straight up stairs. I know that she would be mad at me for not doing the dishes, but I don’t think that she cared right now. I tripped going up the stairs and my knee hit the next wooden stair hard. I pressed my teeth together to ignore that pain that was surging through my leg. I looked down to see what I tripped over and was caught off guard.

By my foot was necklace. It was small so I felt embaressed for falling over it. I grabbed the necklace, examining it. It was a thin, pure silver chain. At the end of the chain, there was a single gem but what I didn’t understand was the color of it. It changed colors as I rotated it in the light. It was almost like I was staring at a rainbow in the palm of my hand. The back of the gem was pure silver as well. I didn’t think that it was my mother’s because I knew that she didn’t wear necklaces. It wasn’t mine either and since no one ever came over to the house, I didn’t know how it ended up here.

I got up from my sitting position and made my way up the stairs, making sure that I wasn’t going to trip over something again. I turned right at the top of the stairs and walked into the door at the end of the small space. I sat down on my bed, the necklace still sitting in the palm of my hand. I looked at the plain white walls of my room and sighed. Life here was so uneventful. I needed something amazing to happen to me. I got up from my bed and changed quickly into some pajamas. I wasn’t tired but I didn’t feel comfortable in my jeans. I changed into my favorite pajama bottoms and a matching tank top. I pulled up my long dark hair and put it up in a messy bun. I layed down on my bed again, the necklace still in my hand. I hadn’t notice that I was still holding it until I opened my hand and it fell onto the bed. As soon as I dropped it, an electric shock ran through me, causing me to fall to the hard wood floor. I clung to myself, trying to hold myself together. The pain continued to run through my body, fire spreading throughout my veins. I screamed, the pain too much to bare. I slowly felt myself falling into the darkness. I let myself go, knowing if I let the darkness take me, the pain would stop.