Entry Num. 2

It’s been a week since we moved in with Uncle Tom. Austin’s a pretty cool cousin, too. He let me move in his room with him, and Charlie sleeps in his sister’s room. (His sister’s at college right now) I couldn’t ask for a better home.

Me and Charlie go to therapy once every other week, and it’s been helping out a lot. I still have trouble swallowing food, but one day I’ll be able to eat without throwing it up. We take a bus to school, too. And Mrs. Taylor acts as if me and Charlie hadn’t shown up to school early that one day. She hardly pays attention to us anymore.

We went to court a couple days ago, too. Henry was there, but in handcuffs. Turns out, Charlie had kept a journal too and she had wrote down all the awful things that had happened to us, and that was all the evidence the cops needed to put him behind bars. Looks like Henry’s advice finally paid off for once. Can’t say I miss him. Our lives have gotten a whole lot brighter now.

I noticed the other day that Charlie was singing as she cooked dinner. I just sat there and listened, humming along quietly. I had forgotten how good of a singer she was.

As I’ve started talking with my therapist, I’ve noticed that the world seems to contain more color. The simple things I’ve noticed bring a smile to my face. Charlie says that I’m a lot happier than I used to be.

We found out what happened to mom.

Henry had been at a bar, and mom went to go get him. But he was way too drunk, and he hit her. The guys at the bar did nothing to stop it. Then Henry  got the bartender’s gun and shot her four times in the chest. She died that night, all alone.

The cops never found her body, but we had a funeral for her yesterday anyways. Now there’s a coffin buried in the ground filled with photographs and drawings of her and me and Charlie. I put a flower on her coffin, and Charlie kissed it goodbye. The gravestone has her name on it. And it says, “The loving mother of Charlotte and Reeve Jacobsen. May she forever follow the sun and chase the stars."

Me and Charlie picked out the gravestone, and I came up with the saying.

I miss her… A lot.

We changed our last name to Jacobsen. I didn’t even want to have any more relation to Henry than I had to. Think of it as, leaving behind the memories of being an Anderson and embracing the new and bright future of being a Jacobsen.

Austin’s mom is great. She’s really nice, and I can tell that Charlie likes her a lot. We don’t see her that often, only late at nights because she’s a nurse at the hospital. But when we do see her, she bakes us cookies. We sometimes call her Cookie Queen, but I think she just prefers Aunt Gwen.

It’s still really hard for me and Charlie. Whenever someone holds up their hand for a high-five, I just flinch away. I still think I’m expecting to be hit. But that doesn’t happen here at this house. 

Sometimes, it gets really quiet here. Sometimes Austin goes to bed early, and Charlie stays in her room and does homework. I just sit out and watch TV while drawing.

But sometimes… the world buzzes  out, and I can hear someone’s voice. It sounds like mom’s. She’s telling that it’s all okay.

That she’s still here, watching over us. And that she’s sorry she ever left, and that she loves us and misses us.

Guess what? I don’t stutter anymore! I don’t need that stupid oxygen tank anymore, either. I am stutter free. Not just those brief periods of freedom. I haven’t been stuttering for almost a week! Charlie’s really happy for me. And as long as she's happy, I'm happy.

Austin’s little brother is kind of annoying, but he’s really sweet. So is his dog, too. James Arthur Newton. I still can’t believe that that little boy with the white dog is my cousin. His name’s Benjamin, and he’s actually surprisingly good at Mario Kart.

Life is looking good for me and Charlie. We have a good home, and a new amazing family. And we heard from Uncle Tom that Henry isn’t getting out of jail until he’s at the ripe old age of 126. So that’s good too. We never get to see him again. Maybe that’s why I don’t have nightmares anymore.

Well, I gotta go now! Uncle Tom, Charlie, Austin and I are going to the animal shelter and getting a puppy! I think Charlie told them about Vision, and they want to make me feel better. Personally, I hope it’s black, with green eyes. Just like Vision… 

I think I’m gonna call our new puppy… Truth. Symbolic, right? Charlie seems to like that name.

Gotta go now. Be seeing you!

~Reeve

                                                              THE END

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Wow. Is it weird that I feel kinda empty? I mean, this is the first time I’ve actually officially finished a book. Man, I don’t know what to do now. This book took up all of my time, and now I don’t have anything to write. You know that feeling where you just finished a series, and now you don’t know what to do? That’s what I feel like.

Thank you all for taking the time to read this and sticking through to the end. I thank you all personally from the bottom of my hearts. Thank you for supporting Reeve and Charlie’s story.

It feels just like yesterday that I got my first subscriber.

Shout out to all of my very first subscribers. Thank you for your support!

Punka, Phi, CAOMouse, Thatbooknerd101, UndertaleNerd567, rain, Widget Tree, and Butterfly.

Thank you all for your likes and your comments. It means so much to me!

I started this book as an assignment for school. I didn’t really put that much thought into it, but then I decided to make it more relatable. I really wanted to have my teacher to like it, because she's very difficult to please. But then I got really into this story. I started writing at home as well at school. And before I knew it, I was done. As soon as I wrote the words, “The End”, I was already planning a sequel. But, I think I’ll leave Reeve and Charlie’s story alone… for now.

Now, if any of you viewers are in the same situation as Reeve and Charlie, please tell someone. It will not get better on its own. Tell someone, and let them handle it. I promise you, it will not get better if you just wait. Call the police, or tell a trusted adult.

With that happy note, why not I tell you about my new story I’m currently working on?

I’ll give you a hint. Go here: https://www.zestydoesthings.com/realmonsters

AND NO THIS IS NOT MY ARTWORK. I AM IN NO WAY CLAIMING IT AS MY OWN. PLEASE GO AND SHOW SOME SUPPORT TO THE ACTUAL CREATOR OF THESE MARVELOUS DRAWINGS.

I plan to get the new series out as quickly as possible, and the first two episodes up in the same week. But I’m lazy… soooooooo don’t plan on anything.

Again, thank you all who took the time to read Charlie and Reeve’s story. It means so much to me. You all hold a special place in my heart!

If you are confused on anything, please list your comments down below. I will answer them as best I can.

Saying this again, thank you for reading. Love you all.

Be seeing you!

~Widgelot Mastr  ;)