The air was crisp and cold and I could see cloud formations invent themselves from my mouth as I let out long breaths. Letting the cool air reach it's long hands into my throat and grip my lungs gave me an amazing feeling like no other. I could feel every inch of my lungs grow colder as the cool air filled them up and when I wanted the sensation to end, I let the cool air escape my lungs with an exhale. This was my everyday routine for my morning walk to the bus stop for school. As I took another long inhale of the cold air, I felt someone pull my hair. "What the fuck?!" I said in a frustrated voice. And then I heard a familiar laugh coming from behind me. "Oh my god, Ellie, you know I hate when you do that that!" Ellie has been my best friend ever since we could share big Lego blocks. She knew me before my mom passed, and she always tells me that she misses the old me. I never noticed how much I've changed since that day. That day was so cold for me, like feeling entirely empty but still being able to move. My body was on autopilot and I had no way of turning it off. But Ellie was always there for me, even if I wasn't there for myself. She knew my mom died, but she doesn't everything. And her not knowing is the one thing that scares me the most. I don't want to lose her.
Feeling another tug of my hair, I wake up from my daze. "Ouch! You seriously need to stop Ellie!" I protested in anger. "It's not my fault your dreaming about Channing Tatum and his abs" Ellie laughs and snorts. "Why I'm I going to dream about him when I am clearly better looking", I do a hair flip with my short hair and give a cheesy smile. "Danny, you are seriously full of yourself!" Ellie says. "Hey, everybody needs a hobby" I say, feeling accomplished. We continue to walk till we reach the bus stop.
As Ellie and I wait for the bus, a group of kids come by us to wait for the bus too. They whispered but their whispers could carry for miles. I head my name and then my moms name and I knew exactly what they were talking about. Ellie could see my hand clinching up into a ball as their loud whispers began to fill my ear drums. Each word making me clinch my hand harder. Danny. Mom. Dead. Dad. Murderer. It felt like my ears were going to bust with these words poring into them. Trying to block out the words just emphasized them and made them stronger. DANNY. MOM. DEAD. DAD. MURDERER. These words were on repeat. Ellie grabbed my hand and squeezed it. This woke me up and the words faded. "What happened?" Ellie asked worrisome. "You couldn't hear the other kids saying all those things about my Mom, Dad, and I?" Danny said with slight anger. "....Danny, those kids weren't even talking about you or your family??" She said, hesitantly. "What?! They kept saying the same words over and over again! How could you not hear it?!", Danny said with force. "Danny, are you okay?", Ellie asked nervously. "....I need to walk for a bit...I'll..uh, I'll see you at school.", Danny said while he walked away from the bus stop.
Danny could feel the cold air gripping his lungs again but now, the grip was much tighter. Danny. Mom. Dead. Dad. Murderer. He looked around him but no one was around. These words were coming from nowhere and that just made them that much worse. Danny. Mom. Dead. Dad. Murderer. Danny covered his ears but the words were coming from his head. With each word, Danny thought more and more of that night. "I didn't want to do it", Danny said as his eye began to tear up. "Mom, I didn't want to. Mom, please forgive" DANNY. MURDERER. MOM. DEAD. "No, please stop!" DANNY. MURDERER. MOM. "I don't want to remember!" DANNY. MURDERER. "No....please", Danny sobbed into his hands as he fell to the snow covered sidewalk. MURDERER.
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Waiting....
Novela JuvenilA boy will soon recall memories of that faithful night that he wishes he could take back. Nothing can change the past. How long will he be able to repress these memories. She is waiting...and she will continue to wait till everything is known.
