Weekly Sanity

Chapter 6 - August 16, 2013

The teacher finally dismissed us. It was a Friday again. That means that the weekends are coming up. How am I going to spend it this time? I desperately wish that I have friends. I wonder what’s wrong with me. It’s like every time I try to talk to someone, they would make some kind of excuse to get away from me. I had lots of friends before but I was eight back then. My grandparents were still alive and they would take me in places I remembered I hate going to but I can remember that I had a best friend too. He was waiting, sharing troubles eight years olds might have.

When I moved here, I did try to fit in and make friends but everyone was keen on shoving me away like I had the plague or something.

I managed to find my way home. Like I usually do, I turned the knob to enter but I found out that the door was locked. I reached for the keys to where I found that they usually leave it, under the third plant from the left. And I found a piece of note instead.

“to Miles:” it was my mother’s handwriting. “We’re going to a friend’s wedding. We’ll be back on Monday morning. Stay with a friend for the weekends.” There was a small amount of bill stapled to the note. I took it in frustration.

I don’t even have friends. I don’t have a phone to tell them this. Heck! I don’t even know their number.

Wait, Clarabelle knows that I don’t have any friends. She’s been around mocking me about it. Well, of course she wouldn’t tell my mother this.

They’re trying to abandon me?  What should do now? I guess walking around might help me think.

I tried asking for help multiple of times in the past but apparently no one really cares. So, why would they care now? --I don’t know any safe place to spend three nights. I just heaved a sigh and I started to stroll around aimlessly.

Did I do something wrong? What are they punishing me for this time? This is a crime right? Who to approach? The social workers? The police? What could they do? I mean I tried doing it at least once in the past and what? They laughed at me telling me that parents are like that and I was exaggerating. That time Clarabelle beat me up and made me confess something I didn’t do. The memory itself hurts. That one time I remembered my grandmother telling me to go the Social Workers or the Police if ever my mother ever does something like that. Well, my mother did not really do anything. She did abosolutely nothing.

Anyway, back thenI approached a man in an officer’s uniform. He led me to the Women and Children’s Department. Then, I told the woman in the desk everything. I actually thought she was helping me until she picked up the phone in her desk and called somebody.

“Hey, Clarabelle, this kid’s hilarious… he really- yeah?”

I didn’t know what’s going on and I was dismissed and asked to go home and not bother them ever again.

I also tried running away once and I was shoved back to the house two hours later.

I sighed, again, and I tried to empty my mind. I felt that my feet were now worn out for walking around in circles. I decided to sit on a swing on a playground and laid down my school bag. I looked up in the sky. It was around 5 or 6 o’ clock. I can’t tell for sure since the sky was covered in dark grey clouds. Great, it’s going to rain soon. As I finished in realizing it, it did rain down.

Whatever! I don’t care anymore. I’ll just let the rain shower down on me. I regarded the ground with that feeling of betrayal, so familiar that I’m not sure of the word anymore. I’ll give them what they want. I hate them. Nah, it’s no use hating them, it wouldn’t do anything. I’ll just accept my fate. Haha, will I live through this? Will I last for two days? Well, I might have if it wasn’t for this weather.