Good morning

VIII

I slowly opened the back door to my house and stepped in trying to be quiet. I assumed my dad was already asleep so I didn't want to wake him up.

I slid the door closed behind me as I tiptoed through the kitchen.

Soon my dad came running into the kitchen with a hockey stick in hand as he flashed on the light, making me scream as he roared.

But as soon as he saw it was me he stayed silent.

"What are you doing?" He sounded so mad.

"Getting home?" I said.

"It is four o'clock in the morning, why were you out so late?" He asked, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Sorry about that, but the beach we went to was a far walk away from civilization." I said as I put my bag down.

"Great, that's what your dad wants to hear after you get home past curfew." He said, still rubbing his nose. "So you went to the beach huh? That why your hair is wet?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah." I said holding a chunk of it in between my fingers.

"You know, come to think of it, I've never met any of your friends." He said as he got a glass of water.

"And what, do you?"

"Perhaps. I mean if these are people you trust to be with past curfew. I ought to meet them. Don't ya think?"

"Yeah sure."

"Go to bed."

I nodded and headed upstairs.

While in bed I sort of just stared at the ceiling. I couldn't stop thinking about what happened to Miku. I didn't know why I said what I did. So stupid. I rolled over and allowed myself to finally go to sleep.

Saturday morning 8:30am

I'm what I'd call an observer. I don't inflict a lot of importance on anything that happens to the people close to me. I just am sort of there... and am somehow part of the situation. Even though I'd rather just sit back and watch everything unfold, I can't. No matter how much I want to pretend some situations don't exist they always will, I can't change that.

I messed up, I can't change that either. But no matter how much I try to find a way to fix it, I still have this fucking lump in my stomach. It hurts... So much... nausea and headaches are it's side effects. But it's all because of the damn bolder in my throat.

Hell, maybe I can't fix this at all. Maybe she'll leave me.

I smiled to myself.

Yeah... that'll probably be what happens.

Just then my phone started buzzing.

"Chinen >.<"

"Hello?"

"Mieru? Hi, me and Senduwara are getting some food together. Do you wanna come with us!"

"Oh... Is anyone else with you?"

"No it's just us, no one else could come on such short notice."

"Yeah I'll come. Pick me up?"

"Be there in five."

"Bye bye."

"Bye bye."

I held my phone in my hand as I looked down at it. The flashing screen kept telling me that the person on the other end of the line had hung up.

I didn't want to see Miku, not yet.

I grabbed my bag and left my room.

I walked down the road painted with graffiti and cigarette buds. Today was a hot one. I'm glad I didn't wear anything tight.