Uncommon

5

sorta important a/n at end

I stood a couple inches away from her, clearly aware Louis stood a few feet away. Her small confused face capturing the beauty and it calmed me down as the unusual feeling of ice returned. "It doesn't matter. When I'm with you I feel invincible. Nothing can happen."

When I got home I did not find anyone anywhere. The usual sound of nothing occupied the house as I walked around. "Mom?"

No answer. She wouldn't usually leave without telling me anything or leaving a note. I did yell at her before I stormed out though. Thinking of it as nothing, I went to my room and left the door open for once.

That's when I dug in my locked box and pulled out a cigarette and lighter. I laid on my old bed smoking multiple cigarettes and thinking. Finally, I had Jade. Sadly, I had therapy.

"Mom what the hell?" I sat up when I ran out of cigarettes; the feeling was misplaced by being so used to smoking for a few hours. I frowned when I realized it has been hours and it was beginning to get dark.

9:48 pm. Two hours had passed by since I last checked the time and still no sign. I decided to call the police but I hesitated. I didn't want my mom to come back.

Of course I had to because if she didn't show up to work or show she was still around then I could be blamed. The world is a sick place. I picked up the telephone in the kitchen and dialed the police.

"This is 911 how may I help you?"

"Yes my mom hasn't returned since 3?"

"Do you know where she is?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course I don't that's why I called you."

"I'm sorry but I can't do anything. We don't send people out scouting for people who haven't been seen in less than twenty-four hours."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I scrunched up my face in disgust. If someone was missing then it's better to look sooner than later. Poor Jade I thought; since this is my moms case I don't really care. "That's probably why Jade was kidnapped you sick fuck. Fine, I don't even care, just don't come blaming me when she's dead or hasn't  returned."

"D-"

I slammed the phone into the wall and grunted loudly. "Stupid fucking society."

"Fuck!" I ripped my hair apart. A few broken and weak strands collected on my finger tips from the force. All I could think about was how Jade was betrayed and so misused. No wonder she is the way she is. She just wants to survive in this cruel and confusing world and I don't blame her.

April 30, 1959. T

Who am I? I can't even find myself yet. Soon, perhaps. Thank god Jade is here to help me now. If I still kept away from her then who knows where I would be. Somewhere worse I think, but I'm not certain.

Maybe that's my mom. Maybe she's somewhere worse, but I'm not certain. If she still keeps away from me who knows where I will be. Thank god Jade is here to help me now. I can't even find my mom. Who am I?

I'm a terrible person. But I don't care. Not one single bit. If I were to change who I am becoming I would technically be killing Jade. That can't happen because I am a much stronger person now and she needs me to be strong so she can be happy. We will both be happy if I continue this way. That's how it's going to be from now on. My mom won't get in my way.

Once I finished I let the pen fall from my grip so my hands were free to rub my eyes. As I thought about tomorrow, I realized I had to go to school and sell some more drugs, but I can't because I got in trouble. "Why is everything against me lately?"