Sunny

Sunny I

 I walked down Charleston Avenue and crossed the street. Rain trickled down my face, but I didn't care. I started to care less about lots of things. I flipped up my hood anyway, knowing that mom would hate seeing me walk in the house all wet. I kept walking down the muddy road. I walk everyday. To learn, to think, to be alone, to find peace, but mostly... to forget.

 I live in a dark city, covered with trees, hiding the sun. Buildings and factories everywhere along with cars filled with busy New Yorkers. There's never a day where you can just slow down and relax. Everything is just go, go, go. And if you can't keep up? You get left behind, eating their dust. It rains all the time here also, which makes everything  just as worse. It's hard for your name to be Sunny when you live in a place like this. 

I just turned seventeen last month There's really nothing special about my features that would make you stop and stare, and that's okay. I have long, dull black hair that seems to be bi polar. Curly one day, straight another. My eyes are a light bluish-gray. I have no idea where I get my genes from, knowing that my dad had blond hair and brown eyes, and my mom being a red head and having green eyes. It makes me wonder sometimes, but I don't find it a big deal.

I rounded the corner and walked up the old, brick steps leading leading to my house. The house I lived in sucked. It's a really old house, hell, it's older than me. Everyday there's something that's molding in or breaking. You can never get a good night's sleep with all the low creaking noises the place makes at night, trying to hold itself up. But it's all we could afford once we got here, so we settled in. It sure isn't a dream house, but it's a place I call home. I rummaged for my keys, but a young voice piped up from behind the door before I could retrieve them. 

"Who is it?" he asked. 

"It's me." I answered, trying to keep from shivering in the cold. The door opened slowly as I saw my little brother pushing it with all his might. I got a hold of it and let myself in. 

"Hey Adam." I said giving him a hug. 

"You're wet." he coughed, hugging me quickly as he stepped back to get a glimpse of how it looked outside. 

"And you should be in bed." I said closing the door as I began to guide him towards his room.  He planted his feet on the ground and turned toward me. "But I'm tired of laying in bed all day drinking yucky medicine all the time and I'm tired of watching the same shows on TV.  I wanna go outside like you, Sunny." he said as tears began to fill up in his eyes. 

Adam had epileptic seizures ever since he was three. He's six now, but it got even worse instead of better. He has them at least once a month now, and I dread every time that day comes. Just seeing him flail around, not being able to stop himself, and not even remembering what happened to him when he snaps out of it is painful to see.  Although my mom and I know the whole routine for when he has another seizure, we can't control how long it lasts.  We barley have enough money to pay for our house, so we can't take him to the hospital. All they ever do anyway is give him medicine that doesn't even help him since we can't afford a major to stop the seizures permanetly.We don't let him go outside much either, since we don't know what could trigger him to have one randomly. I bent down on one knee and smiled at him.

"I know." I finally said, crouching down to meet his bright brue eyes. I thought really hard  to figure out what else to say before I finally spoke again. "I'll tell you what, you, me, and mom will take you out to play in the park when it's...sunny outside." I smiled at the fact that I used my name. 

"Really?!" he asked excitedly.

"Yep." 

"Thanks, Sunny!" he said wrapping his skinny arms around my neck. I ruffled his blond hair. "You're welcome." I said standing up.