Where Do We Go From Here?

Save Me From Myself

I loved staying here. It’s quiet and peaceful. Nobody’s around at this hour and I’m very happy. I don’t really like . . . people. They always tend to misunderstand and assume all the time, it’s really pissing me off. I wish that they would all at least stop and listen for awhile to the person they are judging so that they will understand the truth behind everything. I just . . . want . . . someone who’d want me back.

I rested my head on the headrest of the bench, closing my eyes trying to push away the thoughts that are bothering me. I didn’t know how long I stayed like that but when I opened my eyes, the sun was about to set. Its beautiful colors mixing with the sky. It’s really –

“Breathtaking, isn’t it?” A familiar voice said beside me. I looked at a girl who was just talking to me awhile ago at school. It was her. I felt my heart hammering at my chest; it’s so loud I hope she doesn’t hear it. That would just be embarrassing. She sighed and shakes her head with a smile on her lips. I wonder what she’s thinking about.

She looked at me with those eyes that are piercing each part of my body. It’s painful to even stare at such beauty. I didn’t even know that such beauty exists. Well, how would I even know? I’m only seven. Duh.

“When I wake up, the dream isn’t done.”She sang, mostly to herself, in an off-key. She quoted an All Time Low song.

“I wanna see your face and know I made it home,” I finished.

“No way! You know them? That is so cool! My name is—“

“Vanessa,” I interrupted, smiling at her.

“How do you know my name?” She questioned with a grimace, clearly annoyed. Well, how could I not? We’ve been in the same class for almost a year now. I knew everyone’s names in class; they just weren’t interested in knowing mine in the way that they would actually introduce themselves to me. Apparently, I “scare” them. I shrugged serving as my answer, gazing back to the horizon. She let it go, and it was comforting. I don’t know why. I felt something lift upon my shoulders; my heart’s beating in a rate that even the ECG couldn’t keep up with. I don’t understand. What am I feeling? Why am I acting like this?

“It’s all going to be alright. I’ll be just right here for you,” she comforted, slowly reaching out to hold my hand and patting it. Ah. Such warmth. I felt so . . . reassured.

Evening reached us and I offered to walk her home since she said that she went there alone for the reason that she thought that I needed company and somebody to talk to. Well, we didn’t do much of the talking. The silence of her presence is enough words to make everything that was bothering me seem like nothing. Everything disappeared like a popped out bubble.

Her house wasn’t that far from the park, it was seven blocks around the corner from it. Same as me. Hm . . . We walked to a house that was too shabby for a girl like her to live in. The exterior were beaten up and needed a good repair, especially the roof. I can tell there’s a hole somewhere up there. The house next to it, to the left, was a typical estate house. Average lawn, white painted fence around, brown and red roof, and a maroon painted house, outlined with the color white at the edges; it was like it was my house. Wait . . . It is. What?! She lives just next door! How could I not know this?!

My paced slowed as I looked to my house, searching for movement through the living room window. The curtains were down and the lights were on. Their shadows illuminating their figures, there were two people inside, a man and a . . . woman?

“And where do you think you’re going?” The man asked in a playful tone. I recognized the voice immediately, it was dad.

“Mr. Valentine, but I have to go. “ The woman said. I can hear the smile in her voice. That was definitely not my mother’s voice. Blech. This is just sickening.