The Eye-Patch Teen

An Odd Morning

I awoke with a jerk. I began to stretch I checked my phone I had 20 missed calls from my mother. 24 missed calls from Miko. 12 from Kara and 26 from Malika. And a bunch of unread text that I didn't feel like reading them l. My phone began ringing it was Cal🐰 I answered in a groggy tone, "Morning babe." He cried to me, "Michael what the actual fuck iv been trying to call you for hours I'm so sorry your sister called me asking me about you I didn't know what to say. But how are you how's Harry and Camillo?" I wasn't really in the mood to talk, "There fine Cal I gotta go ok." He began crying, "No Mike, please... talk to me I'm so scared for you. Michael, you're not ok." "Calvin I'm holding up I had better days." "Ok if you are fine why are you ignoring your siblings  and mother?" "Cal, please I..." Calvin interrupted me yelling, "Michael man the fuck up, and be grateful for your siblings because one day they might leave and never come back!" I was stunned and couldn't even respond he started begging and apologizing. "Cal are you ok?" "My feelings don't matter it's about you. How are you feeling?"

"Cal I... I don't know right now." "Well ok we can hang in a little if you want but, I have to do some stuff to do love you Mike stay safe, please I love you." "Alright, Cal I'll be fine." I hung up and thought to myself all my dad wanted to do was to teach me how to drive and be a person in society. Now I'm alone in my truck without a permit or license.  Now I'm alone. In this shit show of a world. Shit, I need to shower I smell terrible. I can sneak in through the window of my bedroom. I need to smell good before I meet up with Johnny. I began driving down the busy road. I slowed down when I passed the broken fence my dad's car broke. I felt a montage of father-son moments flash threw my head. Suddenly the car behind beeped. "Shit!" I got so startled I swerved. I used all of my strength and steered the wheel towards the road with great success. "Few."

I parked my truck and made my way to the backyard. I moved the trampoline by my window. I climbed on top of the shed. "Jesus I'm gonna do this." I jumped on the trampoline as the springs made a stretching sort of noise and barely clang onto my window, "Shit shit shit... Ok." My window and screen were barely open so I slid my fingers in as the window was crushed by them. "Ow." I pushed through the pain and opened the window with one arm and held on with the other. The window slid open as I built up all the strength in my upper body I threw myself in the window. I landed on the floor with a thud. I heard my mother's voice question, "What was that?" She walked up to the door attempting to turn it to no avail, She then pleaded, "Michael is that you please I'm sorry please open up." I heard another pair of footsteps. It was Linda's voice, "Mom what's wrong?" "Mike is not opening  his door I think he's in there." Ok, mom ill open it and let me get my keys. I heard the jingle of keys as she said "Ahah found it!" Shit, where do I hide?

I looked at the bed and then muttered to myself, "Dammit Michael you aren't a kid anymore hiding under the bed or under the covers won't work." I closed the window and went into the closet, I laughed in my head, "Huh I am in the closet." She walked into my room. My whole world felt like the Halloween movie I watched with Cal. "Huh sorry, mom he's not here." She sighed and they left and I listened to them go down the stairs. I came out of the closet and grabbed my towel. I looked at the blue hair dye I got with Cal. I snatched it along with the new leather jacket I bought with Cal. I noticed an old box tucked behind my hangers with clothes. I struggled to pull it out. It said in thick sharpie "Linda's Shit 2004" Wow this was the year she went to the college. I guess she left this here.

  I yanked it out and began to snoop. There was an old family picture with my mom's parents. "Ew." There was an old black spiked choker, "I didn't know Linda punk rock back then I would kill to see her in action back then." A fourth-grade picture of her "Wow she was 10 she still had her braces I presume the punk rock faze in about 6th grade." An old black eyeshadow kit muted addition. "Huh, I might try that." I took it out of the box. "Oh my god." It was one of Kara's first paintings she tries really hard on her art and I can appreciate that." I got up and hung it up. I kicked the box back in the closet and snuck down the hall. Kara's door was open. She was lighting candles on her nightstand she is taking his death hard as well. I snuck past and entered the bathroom I turned on the shower and prepped my hair dye then got into the shower. And as I washed I began to think to myself as the warm water soaked me.