The Chronicles of X: What is This

Chapter 1: Soda

Fellow reminder to finish the first book before reading this one. Also it's still winter, (I even got confused while writing it.) But I fixed it before all publishings. Thnx~

The crisp bubbliness of soda drains down my throat. I'm soaking up the little amounts of sun as it hits my face through the opening of the snow covered porch while words drift by in my head..

..It's all over
I'm all alone
Jack is gone
What is this..?

I can't even bring myself to make a noise.. I've basically gone through hell. I just hope my parents come home soon..

I see posters around the mail box just next to our house. "Have you seen this girl". Makes sense. I wonder how much they did for me.. To find me.. But now I'm here.. How..? When..? I don't understand.. But it's hard to accept it..

I hear my neighbors, the Fendersons. They must be arguing again.. I hear a motor.. It's a snowblower.. They're fine. Jane Fenderson walks by the community mail box, she notices the poster then looks up at the house. She saw me then our eyes met and she ran back to her house. I assume she's going to get a hold of my parents.. My heart is racing either way while my mind is having a war with itself.

Run, don'tbenoticedanymore.

You fool, stay there.

No, we must hide, meet our parents when they get here.. By themselves.

Arguing. Just arguing.. Arguing with pointlessness. I'm staying no matter what. Geez..

She came running back, with Mike. They bombarded me with questions.. I just sat and stared straight ahead. Taking a sip of soda once in a while. I think they said something about my parents being home soon but I'm not sure.. Paid too much attention to the sun. It got to a point where they just sat next to me. I still didn't care..

I even fell asleep. That must've scared them.. But when I woke up, I was lying down, on the couch.. I then saw my parents worried as hell. I immediately grabbed out to hug them. It felt nice to finally meet up again. I heard the heart beat of mother and I started to tear up.

They asked me if I was okay.. I replied with a crackle and the instant happy tear faucet went full throttle.

After I calmed down they told me to nap. I couldn't agree more. As much as I wanted to sit and relax with my parents, I wanted to rest for a few hours. After I got up to my room I took in the wave of emotion remembering what I did and what made me do it.

The way I felt then, is an unknown emotion. I rest assured that this weary place lies no harm. But I can't help but feel there's a ghost of a memory here, lost in that unknown way I felt some time ago. I take the few steps closer to my twin bed in my small room and lay in bed, attempting to hold in this one single tear..

That slowly falls down my face..