Westedge

Chapter 14: Anger

Chapter 14

"Why me? Why couldn't you bother somebody else?!"

Alexander Zona

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It's been many months since Kyle found me with my new found girlfriend. He took me camping, then dropped me off at my home thinking I would be fine now that my pale, ghostly figure has seen the bright, joyful sun.

All that happened was we sat in that stupid churlish forest, and while Kyle hummed along to his favorite band, nodding his head each measure he goes in, I sank deeper and deeper into the depression that is still making a feast of me to this day...

She was my life. She was the one who cared for me while I was down, she was the one who stayed with me until I felt my heart give out, she was the one who stood alongside with me even though she's been asleep for so long, even though it was only her ghost that was giving whispers of advice to me.

More bad news came when I heard Misty had to go to Los Angeles, all because her stupid company that had to move her. That day of her leaving is still so clear, so vivid in my mind. I only remember her dark chocolate hair flowing behind her along with her expression that was as joyful as I've ever seen it. "I'll see you soon little brother! I'll be back home in Downstate New York in no time, I promise."  She said with a happy ego that was surprising to me even back then.

That was five months ago.

I gotten pulled out of my dark thoughts when I felt the buzz in my pocket. My eyes widened instantly with wonder, my mind asking itself, "Who would be calling this late at night?" I picked up my phone to see the icon of my girl Melanie, making me sigh. What could she want? I haven't spoken to her for only a day, so it must not be anything that serious.

"Hey Mel." I say dull and plainly, holding the phone close to my ear only to hear what she could be going on about tonight.

"Can you pick me up? I don't feel like getting a cab today." She asked with a raspy, heart broken voice, making me worried.

"Whats wrong? Are you-"

"P-please Alex." She stutters out, and agree, trying to stop myself from staying stupid, only finding myself hanging up. I put on my light sweater, knowing it was only late August, and walked out to my out of date car. The rain poured silently but hard, but the sun shone brightly.

It was two totally different weather reports right in front of my eyes, giving me an uneasy feeling, telling me something bad might come up.

"I hope not..." I think to myself as I slide into my drivers seat, starting up my dilapidated engine quickly so I don't have to keep her waiting out in the rain as long.

I drove out of my small parking space and started to drive through all of the twists and turns that soon got me into New York City, the city Mel worked in. My migraine started to grow as I heard horns blow and the people yelling over each other. It made me sick to my stomach, it made me wonder how anyone could live in a city at all whatsoever that's full of crime and inner chaos.

"Why did she have to get a job in that dirty god forsaken hospital.."  I asked myself as I saw Melanie on the corner of the busy street, her hands waving wildly trying to catch my attention, even though she already caught mine just by standing there.

I quickly pulled to the side, having her run to the passenger side. My normal paranoid self unlocks the car and shakes as I try to tell her to get in.

"Hurry up Mel-"

"I'll go as fast or as slow as I want!" She spat while sliding into her seat and slamming the car door. I shifted my weight and looked at her now pale and scrawny looking body, her thick honey comb hair flowing down her such delicate figure. She's never been this cruel with her anger, not with me anyway. She even knows herself she has a temper, and even tries to stop it, but it isn't like her to give out a sudden outburst.

"What's wrong with you? I just want you in the car just so we could go as quickly as possible." I explained, making her sigh deeply. The dark circles looked deeper then before, she looked pale and sick, almost as if she was the hospital patient instead. Other then keeping my car parked in that particular spot, I kept on driving, driving home in particular, putting myself into the busy streets with blinding lights, putting myself into a trance.

"What's... wrong..?" She repeated in an almost disordered way. She then pierced her icy blue eyes into my dark ones, glaring sharp and hurtful daggers at me, having me gulp with fear of what she'll do next.

"WHAT'S WRONG?! YOU FORGOT OUR SIX MONTH ANNIVERSARY YOU ASS! I WAITED ALL GOD DAMN DAY FOR YOU TO CALL AND SAY HAPPY ANNIVERSARY! SO THANKS TO YOU NOW, I FEEL LIKE MATTER, I FEEL LIKE NOTHING! YOU ARE OVER THERE IN HAPPY LAND WHILE I'M OVER HERE CRYING LIKE A BIG FAT BABY, BECAUSE OF YOU ALEXANDER, YOU, SO DO YOU FEEL GOOD ABOUT YOURSELF NOW?! HUH? BECAUSE EVER SINCE YOU STOPPED CARING FOR ME, TEARS CAME NON STOP FROM MY SWOLLEN EYES, SO LIKE SAID BEFORE, I REALLY HOPE YOU FEEL GOOD ABOUT YOURSELF NOW YOU IGNORANT SELFISH JERK!" She pounced on me, making me absolutely furious. My shoulders began to tense along with my mind; my hands paled on the steering wheel, and I took a shaky breath, my body shaking along with my breathing, my mind filling with both anger and pain.

"Oh, you really believe I'm happy?! You really believe I don't care?! BULLSHIT! I'M NOT THE SELFISH ONE! YOU ARE! IF I WERE SELFISH, I WOULDN'T BE CRYING DAY AND NIGHT FOR THOSE I LOST!.." I meant to continue, but I couldn't. Both my heart and voice died on me and tears started to form on my eyes. My sight began to go fuzzy as the lights blinded me more and more, my pain consuming me more then my anger.

I look over at Melanie with my distorted vision to barely see her chuckling, having my grit my teeth.

Never had I seen any word of this matter humorous, and if it was funny to her, then my girlfriend must have a cruel sense of humor.

She finally shifted her weight, if she had any at all, and looked dead at me, not with neither kind or cruel eyes, almost as if she felt sorry for me. Oh, if only I knew back then how she pitied me then.

"I was wrong, your not selfish, your just a weak coward with no spine. Such a shame on how the baby I have with me now will have such a disoriented father."

That's when all the flying colors ahead of me turned black.