LukeA Chapter by anonymous.4 Luke
I can’t see Cassie’s face
anymore, but I imagine she’s probably skyping one of her Internet friends, or
doing homework, but I doubt it. I look down at my watch and
decide that it’s probably best to go back home, considering it’s already two in
the morning. I hate leaving, I really do. But
I calm myself down because I know I’ll see her tomorrow. Off course it’ll be
different because I’ll have to act like an idiot around her in front of my
friends, but still, I’ll get to see her face without it being reflected as
stalking. So I slowly pack my things back
up and swerve my way around the tree to the side facing the yard, I see the
start of the stone path and flowers and crawl my way towards it. A few minutes later I’m climbing
the side of my house and very patiently make my way to the cracked window. I
squeeze my way through and trip into the dark room. I stand up on my feet and
stumble to turn my bedroom light switch on. As soon as I hit it the entire room
became alive. I drop my bag to the ground and turn to face my bed. “Mom?” my own voice surprised me,
the raspy croak that could be played in the back ground of a Halloween
soundtrack. “I know you refuse to tell me
where you were, but if you could at the very least just tell me if you were
safe.” I do feel bad. But at the same time I don’t. My mother is very
contradicting, she really does try to get along with me, I can tell. But when I
find myself even slightly considering giving her a piece of my gratitude, or
even sympathy, I reflect on how horrible she used to treat me when I was young.
But I don’t want to think about
that. “Get out of my room.” I tried to
say as bluntly as possible. She looked at me for a second
with an icy glare in her eyes, the kind of glare that only the devil himself
could shoot at someone as innocent as me. Then she slowly planted her feet on
the ground and with a deep sigh, paced herself through my doorway and into the
hall. I heard the creaks of the stairs as she marched down them and then then
the jingles of the car keys followed by the slamming of the front door. Without
a surprise I then heard the car start and the snaps of the gravel as she pulled
out of the driveway. Probably to the bar. She’s
probably not coming back until tomorrow night. And she’s probably going to come
home just as drunk as usual. Not that shocking. I rip off my hoodie and throw it
to the ground. I catch a glimpse of myself from a mirror across the room and
run over to it as soon as I see the marks of poison ivy, starting to show signs
of irritation. S**t. S**t! No this isn’t possible. She’s going to know. She’s going
to know I was in her yard. What the hell am I going to do? I can’t go to urgent care now
thanks to the fact that my mom took the car out. I don’t have any antibiotics
in the cabinet. I run to my mom’s room and whip
out her makeup bag. I find some of that skin colored goop stuff that girls put
on their faces. I never thought I would swoop down this low. I open up the cap
and try to imitate how I’ve seen the women in the commercials do it. I put as
much of the makeup I could possibly squeeze out of the bottle without
completely empting the bottle itself onto my hands. I then took the flesh toned
goo that was oozing off of my fingertips and attempted to rub it onto my rash
as if I were rubbing in lotion. I kept rubbing it in and just kept trying to
make my skin look like I was back to being a human once again. But as much as I
kept rubbing it in, I still looked like a wolf just clawed at my face and
instead of bleeding actual blood, more skin just oozed out of my wound. And on
top of that, the makeup wasn’t even my skin tone, my mom was much paler than me
and having that, soft toned color on my tan complexion made me look like I was
a psychotic idiot. So I washed it all off with some
wipes I found under the sink’s counter and went back to my room with a sigh of
regret. I glared at myself one more time
in the mirror and decided that it didn’t look as bad as I had anticipated it
did and I went to sleep. I dreamed of her again. I always
dream of her. Her fair skin and elf looking ears. Last night I dreamt that we
were homeless together, just trudging through the city with our bags full of
emptiness and our heart full of just absolute adoration for one another. Tonight was different. I mean
usually every dream is generally different, but tonight was a weird type of
different, the kind of different that you usually don’t expect. In the dream I saw Cassie just
lying in her bed, sobbing, just absolutely dreadfully sobbing. Then I watched
her sit up dramatically and turn her face towards a framed picture surrounded
with different assorted candles. I glared at the picture trying to make a face
out of it. I kept trying to figure out who it was in the wooden frame. Whoever
it was really had an effect on her. Anyways, aside from sobbing over some
unknown person in the frame, it sounded like she was muttering some sort of
chant or something, I couldn’t hear the entire sentence but I could hear her
grunt out specific fragments, “I didn’t mean to fall in love with you.” And,
“Please don’t leave me.” or sometimes I heard variations of cussing but except
of sounding mad, I could hear the essence of regret. Like whoever it was she
fell in love with, she didn’t want to be in love with. Like everything was an
accident. As soon as I heard my alarm I was
suddenly relating to the sensation of regret. I got up as slowly as I could
manage, finally pushing the covers off of me and putting my feet on the worn
out hardwood flooring, I made my way (running into every passing wall and
object that stood in my way) to the bathroom. I looked at my refection in the
mirror and sighed in disgust. My rash had only grown. Freaking great. Just what
I needed, this is worse than a pimple! And out of all places it had to appear
on my face. I hopped in the shower and washed all of last night’s filth down
the drain. And as soon as I got out of the shower I had about ten minutes until
I was about to leave the house, so I brushed my teeth and threw on some tight
jeans and my red Vans. I sat and read for the remainder of the time and then on
my way out I took one last peek at myself in the mirror, I tossed my hair to
the side with a brush and some hairspray, then ran out of the front door. I noticed the car still wasn’t in
the driveway just as I figured. She’s such an a*s, what kind of a mother would
do that to their child? Who cares how old I am! I deserve a loving and caring
family. Maybe then I wouldn’t be so messed up. I left quite a few minutes early,
I decided I would take Cassie’s path once again. I think I’m going to talk to
her today. As I got closer to her house, the
palms of my hands begun to get extremely sweaty. And closer and closer I
walked, the more and more nervous I got. Would she notice the interfering rash
on my cheek? Could she tell that I got the poison ivy from her yard? I knew
there was no way she would know that I got at there but still, the
possibilities were racing through my mind over and over again. And thoughts of
the dream, and who was the person in the frame? And while my thoughts were so
preoccupied, I barely had time to comprehend that I was standing directly in
front of Cassie’s house. I heard the creak of the front door and I swear my
heart had never raced as much as it did in that very moment when I saw her sad
blue eyes meet mine.
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By anonymous.Authoranonymous.Monroe, MIAbout16 Years Old “The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.” We .. more..Writing
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