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I stepped out of the car slowly and grabbed my yellow "Bee Joyful" Bag before walking with my dad down this very unusual and different street. Wichita St. is what it's called.
"Where does this boy live?" My father asked as he looked at the different addresses. I looked to the ground as we walked; not wanting to be anyway near this place.
"104A" I answered in a cheerful sounding voice and hiding my depression while pretending to be looking for something in my bag. A perfect excuse for rummaging, my Ipod Touch. I turned it on and placed an earbud in my ear to listen to my fifth playlist containing Eyes Set to Kill and The Devil Wears Prada. I saw the house seconds before my dad spotted it. As we walked up to the porch and knocked I straightened myself up and put my Ipod away. I looked straight ahead as the door opened and I saw the tall young man standing in the doorway. He looked down on me surprised, maybe a little disappointed.
"Come in." Daniel said before we even said hi. We walked inside and I took off my shoes and followed Daniel like a scared dog.
I wish I wasn't so scared...I wish I didn't have to be here! I said over and over in my head but never showed it on my face. I set my things at the kitchen table and sat down. My dad went over to his grandma to just have some small talk. They seemed to get along quite well.
Daniel leaned against the counter on the other side of the kitchen, looking away from me. I took out my Ipod the second he moved towards me and sat down. I refused to make eye contact with him as I noticed something out of place.
"You gonna talk?" He asked me in a bit of a surprising tone.
Is he happy or upset that I'm here? I couldn't tell. I looked up and studied his expression but never his eyes. "What do you want to talk about?"
He moved as if the gaze at the living room. It seemed more time has passed than I thought.
"We're going out to show Kayla's father around, would you like us to bring you anything?" His grandma said. I heard movement in the front room and looked over at my Dad walking towards the door.
"No thanks. We're fine." Daniel assumed and answered for me. He assumed right luckily. I waved to my dad and then he opened the door, allowed Daniel's grandparents to walk out, then walked out himself; closing the door behind him.
I sighed and looked back at Daniel, actually making eye contact and letting my face show my sadness. I walked out to the front room and sat on the couch; trying to avoid what happened between us. I felt a tugging on my right and left side and saw the transparent image of my-our-lost dreams of Denise and Elizabeth. They both had changed, their skin wasn't tan like mine. It was white.
My eyes widened as I looked at Daniel, who was walking into the front room. "How could you?" I mumbled as I realized what happened. The girls walked back aghast.
"How could I wh-" He looked at what I saw and realized I found out. "Was it wrong?"
"You...what did you...why? Are you trying to anger me? Make me envious? Or did you really just do it thinking I wouldn't find out somehow?" I asked getting up. I wanted to run-needed to.
"You can't move on? I thought you have. It's too late now but I don't regret it either." He said with a sorrowful face.
"You...I can't believe you! I hope I die so I don't have to watch you do this! You did all this intentionally...You...You made me hate you! Just so you wouldn't have trouble in getting what you want...I can't believe you..." I screamed and ran into the kitchen grabbing a knife. The girls ran up next to me and grabbed my legs.
"Don't do it...It's not worth it." They said and Daniel grabbed my wrist before I could do anything.
"Let go! You don't care for me anymore! Just let me do what I want!" I said and his grip tightened.
"You killed me inside..." I said as he took the knife and put it back, Denise and Elizabeth let go too and I lowered my head. I kneeled down to the ground and cried .
 Andromeda Scarlet · Wed Feb 24, 2010 @ 11:27pm · 0 Comments |
