O N E: moving on {Unedited} I stared out the window watching the trees blur as the car zoomed through the road. Today is the day I had been dreading for months. Today is the day my life would change from bad to downright awful. I sighed before turning my attention back to my phone. ‘House on a hill’ by The Pretty Reckless was playing and I silently hum to the tune of the song before sitting back in the seat trying to find a comfortable position. It was a racket inside the car, my younger sister would begin pulling my earphones out begging to listen along with me, my parents would start arguing and I can’t help but feel sick. This was all too much for me, I’ve witnessed this many occasions before and you’d think that I’d get used to it by now, The window was large and cracked; floorboards were lifted up from the ground and left the bare cement. This was the perfect place for me. I sat in front of the window watching the city move quickly as the wind blew through the holes in the glass, touching my warm skin sending shivers all over my body. The city lights were bright and beautiful as they shone in the dark sky. There I was, sitting in an abandoned room minding my own business until somebody decided to cease my running thoughts by interrupting me, a boy in fact. “Excuse me, what are you doing?” He asked, I simply stared at him. "Minding my own business," I replied blatantly turning away from him to look back through the window. “You’re trespassing, I had this place first.” He mumbled, how could I be trespassing? Does he have his name written somewhere in here? “So? I don’t care.” I muttered fiddling with my shoelaces; I could sense him watching me so I turned to look at him. “Why are you here?” His was voice soft, he didn’t look away, not even for a second; he kept his eyes focused on me, his gaze burning through my skin making me “That doesn’t matter.” He said dryly before continuing “I failed suicide, the school was very happy that I survived, although I wasn’t.” He confessed sadly. “I’m sorry.” Is all I could say. “You shouldn’t be.” We talked the rest of the night, we had the longest, deepest conversation I’ve probably ever had in my entire life, at least it was the longest deep and meaningful conversation I’ve had. I started to feel a lot better after confessing everything to this stranger, which sounded really weird but he seemed to understand me after what he’s been through, I admire the fact that he is living through all of it, even if he tried to kill himself, he did survive. I checked the time and it was already six-thirty in the morning. We talked for such a long time; my parents would be worried sick! I don’t want to experience the lecture they’ll give me about sneaking out. “I should be going.” I cleared my throat, getting up and wiping the dust off my pants, we both walked out of the building. “Are you going to come back?” His eyes twinkled, I pretended to think about it and watched the boy’s eyes mix around with different emotions. I saw pain, determination and
“Oh I’m good. I came to help. What happened to you?” Tom asked, with a worried expression on his face. His eyes met Fred’s, and he could see the humor, and strength of Fred’s heart in Fred’s warm, chocolate brown eyes. To Tom, the eyes were a window to the soul.
The time was around 10:30 and my eyelids felt as heavy as a brick to keep open. I was just about to shut everything down for the night, when the loud sound of a snapchat notification startled me awake. I looked at the blaring screen of my phone in the dark, to see it was from my friend Jordan. Flirting with each other was our thing, but nothing more. At the end of everything, he's a junior and I'm a freshman, he still wants me to grow up a little bit. I opened up
The clock read 7:50 PM, he was going to be late if he doesn’t get going soon. Ralph promised to meet him at exactly 8:00 PM and he doesn’t want to be late. Ralph quickly grabbed his coat and headed out the door.
"It was good I had fun" She lied. She didn't feel like explaining to her father that she messed up basically her whole practice, plus she wanted to lighten the mood for whatever was bothering him.
“You’re very different.” He spoke in a quiet voice his face eye level with her waist. Her hair fluttered with her nodding head, her lips smashed together knowing she should protest or run or scream, but her body was frozen. The air around them felt very thick, like everything was in slow motion.
“You’re just like me. You don’t realize it yet, but one of these days you won’t be able to deny your hunger anymore.” I looked up to meet his gaze and was again caught by his demeanor. The shadows cut harsh designs on his hollow face. Darkness trailed behind him like a king’s robe as he paced where the light could not reach him.
He looked half dead half the time like it made no difference at all that he was still breathing. I had been constantly ordered to stay away, but there was some kind of feeling deep in my chest that forced me to be drawn to him. It was never my fault that I found myself standing closer than I should, checking up on him to make sure he wasn’t completely gone. Even if he someday despised me with all his heart, I’d still be there. It was my only purpose, in truth. A purpose that he came to regret I’m sure.
He agreed, and both of us sprawled out on the floor. We attempted to get comfortable, or as comfortable as we could get lying on a cold hard floor.
I waited there for a few minutes and then I felt this quiet and calm, deep inside. After a few more minutes of feeling this, I felt that I wanted to get up and make myself some nice dinner. I even said to myself: “This isn’t so bad, I can deal with this”.
The car was hot and stuffy when I slipped back into the driver's seat. I found the most depressing music I owned and drove out of Glenwood as the sun started to set. Two more hours until I was home, two more hours of thinking what a terrible day I had gone through, and two more hours of cussing myself for being so naïve. The drive was a long one.
I look at him with disbelief. “Are we?” I whisper. He just stares hopelessly; I’m beginning to think he isn’t sure. We might not make it. Something in me collapse; my heart rate is swelling again. I’m scared.
“Time for you to get up I think, little man” I reply as I walked over to the window.
“Still it shouldn’t have happened.” He had that determine look on his face again. His brow forrowed, eyes piercing. It was the sixiest thing ever so, I did what only a sane person would do and kissed
“Whatever,” I continued “I’m late for class. Forget about the plans going to be library at lunch” getting out of my car and slamming the door so I could hear the bleep noise to lock.
I wandered around the path near the lake because it was always peaceful and quiet there in the morning and the trees that hung over the wide walkway only drew me in more. The cool wind blew continuously, and some of the leaves that barely hung on to the branches were pulled along with it. They floated while dropping slowly, and one of the leaves chose my head as a landing spot. I brushed my hair with my hand, not caring if doing so messes up my hair, since the wind already accomplished that job the second I took a step outside my house.