I'll carry you
The cherry blossoms were in full bloom. Time had carried on and so had my life. The police and authorities got involved which ultimately put my father in prison and my mother in a mental health institute. She was deemed to be unfit to take care of her children. My younger sister was transferred to another hospital and was discharged after two weeks. Her face was healing, and the doctor had told us that it looked promising that her wounds would completely heal without any complications. The scar should disappear after a year or so. Our house turned into a crime scene and was sealed off. We moved in our auntie. My doctor told me that me and my younger sister had to continue with our therapy sessions for a couple more months. Initially, we were isolated from the public and were told to focus on our recovery. And in that time, we were not allowed to see anyone. The case against my father was still going on. My birthday was just around the corner. My third year in high school had started as well. It had only been a week since me and my younger sister moved into an apartment together. I was deemed mentally and physically strong enough to look after and take care of my younger sister under the supervision of my auntie. She would have to come and visit us at least twice every month.
The coffee tasted really good. Some habits were hard to break. I did manage to stop drinking energy drinks. Trains were coming and going. And so were the people. It was quite early in the morning and not many people were at my train station. That was how I preferred it. I didn’t like people. But there were some exceptions. I didn’t like change either. But maybe, change was not too bad either if it happens occasionally. There was a slight commotion happening, but I kept my distance. Someone had dropped their bag on to the train tracks. I was glad that it wasn’t on my platform. I checked the time. Another train had left. He was late. I decided to stand in line for the next train. I didn’t want to be late on the day I was transferring high schools. I was checking my phone when someone held out a cup in front of me. I could tell by the smell that it was coffee. He was standing in the line next to mine.
“I’m already drinking a coffee,” I said.
“I guess I’ll have to throw it away,” he said and tried to leave but I stopped him by stepping out of my lane and standing in front of him. I chugged my coffee and grabbed the cup he was holding. The train arrived and we got on it. There was silence between us. I stopped in front of the school gate.
“My legs feel heavy. And my brain. And my heart,” I said out loud and grabbed my chest. I had to calm myself down.
“Don’t worry. I’ll carry you,” he said who was standing right behind me. I turned around and saw his smile. The breeze was making the cherry blossoms dance around us. The sun was shining, and the sky was clear. I took a deep breath.
“I’m fine,” I told myself and walked through the gate with him by my side.