Broken Chain pt 2

I must rid myself of this soft heart. It had been days since Amelia had spoken to me, and we only occupied the same room whenever there was no way to avoid it. I was a ghost to her, a mere allusion of the brother she once had. She'd get over it eventually, but for now, I must wait in vein, for Amelia to bury the hatchet and forgive me for locking her out, and stating the ugly truth. I had hurt her, and this isolation from her was used as a punishment, that however was, a fallible one. What did I care that she wasn't speaking to me? It's what I wanted all along, silence. Peace from her insufferable nagging. And even though, this inaudible utopia was what I wanted, Amelia's pouting still made me feel, for lack of a better word, guilty. My heart ached for my cruelty, pulling me into a dark swamp of depression, filling me with despair and a dark disposition. And it was just about to get worse.
I shuddered as the shattering cold water hit my back mercilessly. If I wasn't awake a moment ago, I sure as hell was now. I waited a few moments for the water to warm up. I waited in vain, for instead of getting warmer, the water reached a pinnacle of such freezing extremes that I had no choice but to escape the tub, exclaiming with foul epithets. "Fucking dammit" I cursed. I snatched the closest towel, and stormed, with water dripping slowly from my hair, down my chest, and towards the bathroom door, unlocking it and throwing it open. "AMELIA! You used up all the damn hot water again!" I shrieked, ducking back into the bathroom quickly, removing the towel from my waist and using it to dry my shaggy black hair. I glanced in the mirror. I scar loomed over my right eye: my eyes, filled with a deep, royal amethyst glared suspiciously back at me. My eyes, like many of the other abnormal things about me, were a source of uneasiness in my family.  Every one of my family members consistently had both blonde hair, and brown eyes. But despite the family's repetitive and consistent trait, I was once again excluded.  I sighed, and then started the tap.  I'd never be normal; I could never be like them. I would never be good enough.  I was a failure. I looked down, away from the disappointing teen in the mirror and reached towards the water. The water was still cold, but it now relaxed my cooling face. After my self-destructive inner monologue in the bathroom, I briskly staggered to my room to change. I looked to my clothes hamper, overflowing with dirty clothes and grunted with frustration. With Amelia giving me the cold shoulder, her usual charity of washing and drying my clothes was nonexistent. I sighed, picking up some dirty black jeans from the floor, and pulling them over my legs to wrap tightly around my waist. As I zipped myself up, I Scoured the room for a t-shirt, finally finding one scrunched under my bed. I had to learn how to clean clothes. Finally, I snatched my boots off the ground and smushed my feet into them. This, I might add, lasted several minutes.  My family had never been well off, more middle class than anything. And we couldn't afford new shoes as often as most people would, so for now, I was stuck with boots 2 sizes too small for me.  But hopefully that would be changing soon; my mother and father had recently gone to New York to find a house. My father had just received a new position at his job, which was located in New York City. Normally, my parents would appose this kind of thing, you know, moving/disturbing the family peace, but we were somewhat desperate, we had no money to pay the mortgage and we were behind on our electric/water bills. And The S.O.A, (My father's company), had promised to pay for the house, pay off our bills, and give my father a salary that to us, seemed like a kings fortune. Not only that, but my older brother Nicholas, also lived, and worked in the same area. So according to my parents, and my sister, who I might add, has no job, lives at home and leaches off my parents to support her and her expensive habits, like smoking 2 packs of cigarettes a day, and drinking alcohol in excessive amounts, this was a golden opportunity that should not be passed up. I however, was very against this idea. Who wants to move clear across the country, to a city that, despite being a complete dump and crowded, also has one of the highest crime rates in America? Not I. But of course I had no say in the matter. After my boots had given up the fight and had decided to let me zip them up, I scurried over to my overstuffed backpack, smashing the papers that were left exposed at the top of the backpack in so they would fit, and then closing the top.  I managed to hurry down the stairs and grab a piece of toast before Amelia showed her ugly face. I glared at her as I sat down to eat my meager breakfast. "Well?" she asked, giving me a cruel sneer. "Well what?" I struggled, coughing down my final piece of toast. She rolled her eyes at me. "When are you going to apologize to me?" I almost choked. "Apologize?!" she had to be fucking kidding me. "You treat me like a baby, and you're angry at me for telling you to lay off?" my face burned with anger. Amelia stepped so that she stood right in front of me, her face, far scarier than watching a horror movie late at night, with the lights off. "You're a selfish, egotistical brat Zane." Detached, and with no emotion, these words poured out of her mouth. My mouth popped open. Silence deafened the room. "But from now on, I'll respect your wishes, and stay out of your life, forever" she escaped from the kitchen like she was escaping an oncoming doom. Tears ran down her face in bucket loads. I had made her cry, again. And this time, I didn't even mean it. I felt as if the world had dropped off of its axis, and was plummeting, spiraling chaotically to the ground, where it splattered to the icy concrete bellow. Amelia had made her choice, I must make mine. I would never back down. I left the house in a fouler mood than originally anticipated, hastily grabbing my School Id and my wallet before striding out the door in a flurry. I slammed the door behind me. As I reached the end of my lawn, I paused a moment, before continuing forward, and kicking the sale sign in mid step, knocking it out of the dirt and onto the grass. Amelia would regret turning away from me. She has always been my one, my only friend.  And as sad as that is, I always knew she'd never leave me. Friends will come and go, but family is forever. But perhaps our friendship was not as eternal, as I had thought. The last checkpoint had fallen; Amelia was my last chance, the last chance at salvation. This was the End. Leaves began to fall in spirals around me, racing each other to the ground. I smiled; it would be all over soon.