You're the One

Always Alone

Kita was the one who forced me to go to the nurse. Honestly I'm sure more people would have laughed at Suna for being covered in vomit, if my vomiting stomped there.

After throwing up on him I ran to a trash can. Most of them followed me. Katie and Emi where trying to calm me down. Kita was telling me to hydrate. Someone was rubbing my back, and someone was holding my hair. I assume it's Emi and Katie.

After that Kita forced me to the nurse who sent me home.

Walking home, I feel oddly better. I actually stop for medicine. Even though there's no way I'm pregnant with Atsumus kid! I grab a pregnancy test as well -I mean it was only one time- that happened several times in a row-

Maybe I should just say one night. Who knew a boy could cum so much. In any case I plan on forgetting about that night and moving on.

Turning down my road I see a truck outside my house. Stopping almost in front of my house I see the front door is open. Running inside I drop my bag near the front door taking my shoes off fast.

It's probably my parents, they finally came home. I can't help the smile spreading across my face as I run to the kitchen.

My smile falls slightly, the table is missing and some cabinets are open. I walk to the living room, the blankets my grandma knitted are gone along with the bookshelves with the books and all the pictures of my parents. My pictures still hung on the wall. Straight, not one is turned slightly, like they didn't want to be touched.

Why are there things missing? Pillows? Movies? I wonder why? Are my parents home? Am I being robbed?

"Oh? We didn't think ya would be home fer awhile." I hear a voice behind me. I know it's my mom and I feel only a tiny bit of fear falter. Only to be replaced quickly with more questions.

I'm not being robbed. That's good I suppose, but why is my parents taking things? Why are they home? What are they doing? Are they out of money? My eyes trail over the walls of the living room and they get stuck on the lone pictures of myself. You can tell there was more pictures hung around, since there's an outline to the one they took lingering on the walls.

Why are my pictures still up? "How was Brazil?" Is all I end up asking. It's almost like I'm not in control of my voice. I look around some more as my mother starts rambling about her trip.

Why are there only some things being left? Why are some things being taken away? Why? My mind stops at only one possible outcome, but no it can't be true.

"Are ya going on another trip?" I ask, I'm not sure if I interrupted what my mom was saying. I can't help my voice. I refuse to turn around, I refuse to see her face. I can't hear what she's saying but I can hear her stumbling over her words.

"Yer leaving fer good?" I can't stop, I should stop, but my voice has a mind of its own. My mind is running away from me. Yeah I know my parents are not always there. Yes, I know for the last year I've been paying for the house so they can go on adventures. Traveling has always been a thing for them that they wanted to do. So when grams died and left all her money to my mother that's what they did.

I never had a problem with it. I actually enjoyed it because it gave me freedom and a chance to see adulthood, but after a while it became boring. They were gone for longer and longer periods of time. I became lonely. Waiting for them to come home.

It's so quiet now. Neither of us choose to speak anymore. Neither of us even moves. This silence is so much different then the one right after I threw up on Suna. When I threw up on Suna it was more like everyone was shocked. This one, even though it's silent, it's so loud.

They- They are leaving me, and they wanted to do it while I wasn't home...

I feel my eyes burn, but I can't tell if it's from not blinking or me trying hard to show no emotion. I will not yell, I will not freak out, I will not cry!

"Hon-" My dad's voice came into the room, filling the now empty room with sound. "Hey pumpkin, yer mom and I are so happy to see you!" He sounds so cheerful. Why?

"We are, Brazil is amazing." My mom says. She answered my question. If she did, why would she say anything about Brazil? "Is that everything?" I hear her whisper to my dad.

"I assume it's yer idea then." I question her. And again the silence is deafening. "I see, well, I pay for everything anyway. Please never come back." My back still turned to them, I feel frozen. I'm going to be alone, always alone. "I'm going to work." I turn around, keeping my gaze to the ground as I push past them. I get to my room just up the stairs, grabbing my uniform off the hanger and running out the door.

I didn't know where I was going, didn't want to stop my feet, I didn't want to let myself feel anything.

It's not the time, not the place.