Unreachable

Part 5. Pain

                 It was late, really late but I could still hear my parents on the living room; I wasn't sure for how long they were fighting this time but it seemed important. When did they started having all those problems? Was their marriage over? I gasped at that thought and sat on the edge of my bed, my heart was pounding painfully fast. The sound of something slamming hard reached my room. I ran outside my bedroom and went downstairs, when I finally got to the living room there was only my father standing there his face hidden in the darkness.

                  "Dad?" I started but didn't know what to say next.

                   It was going to be fine, it had to, I needed them together, with me.

                 "Go to bed darling," the husky words that came out made me freeze right where I was. How could I just go to sleep when I couldn'tbe sure that everything would be okay?

                  "Dad, what happened...?"

                  "I said," he stopped me while walking in my direction, "go to bed," his eyes where full with pain and I knew he was trying his best to keep it together. "We can talk in the morning, you need to sleep."

                  I did as he said and fell asleep almost immediately but it wasn't warmth a peaceful, I kept hearing the slamming door and imagining my mother leaving us. When the sun was up dad was already gone so I couldn't talk with him. Days went by and I barely saw him. "We can talk in the morning," he had said, but that morning wouldn't come.

                  It was the last day of school before the winter holidays, I went downstairs and drink some milk, I wasn't that hungry. I looked at the calendar placed on the fringe door: Christmas was coming  and I felt a huge lump forming on my throat, it had always be my mother's fave season of the year. I shook my head and discarded that thought, I was already late.

* * *

                  When lunch time was finally arrived I took my stuff and went outside. The corridors were full with students laughing and sharing time together; I passed them by and reached the stairs.

                   "You shouldn't go outdoors today," I stopped and glanced at the boy that had spoken. His dark eyes were glued to mine and I couldn't prevent myself from blushing.

                  "Just because you say so?" I answered back while I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

                   "No," he said matter-of-factly as he cocked an eyebrow, "because it is snowing."

                   I looked outside the window and confirmed what he said: it was snowing indeed. I sighed and started walking back from where I came but something stopped me. The same presure on my wrist that once had prevented me to keep walking. I glanced over my shoulder and found his hand pressed against my wrist, with a fast move I jerked off his attempt of stopping me.

                  "Leave me alone," I warned him.

                   "What if I don't want to?" he asked teasing me. I never thought that he would be like that. Everyone talked about how cool and popular he was and how every girl at school was dying to catch his attention, but right now, after sharing -unfortunately- some time with him I wonder why I felt strange and anxious when he was around. How could a 'cool' guy like him made me feel so awkward all the time? But, more important, why did everyone wanted him around? He was always so annoying.

                 "Just, please..." I begged fighting the urge of crying. I wanted to be alone.

                  "Are you ok?"

                  I noded afraid that if I tried to speak only tears would come out. Why I was showing myself so weak with him around? Because you feel safe. A voiced echoed inside my head and I blushed immediately.

                  "Looks like you're bleeding again," he stated and came closer. I took a step back and looked for any wounds or cuts but didn't found them.

                   "What are you...?" I started but got interrupted.

                  His hand was raised and pointed to my chest. I looked down again but my uniform was perfect and no wounds where there. I glanced up again and waited for him to say something.

                   He remained silent and looked at me for a few seconds, after that he winked and turned. I heard some girls screaming in happiness and then noticed that I was being observed by a group of last-year girls. I showed a shy smile and stormed off back to my classroom having millions of thoughts running through my head. Why was he acting that way? Did he knew something? How could he? He doesn't even know me. Then, why was he pointing directly to my chest like he somehow knew that I was hurting?

                You could always ask him...

                The sound of the bell announcing the end of lunch time got me back from my thoughts. It was class time again and I had to keep it together, concentrate and pay attention.