Sinematic(Devin Sola)

6

Two weeks passed, and now I'm sitting on my bed, shoving my face with ice cream watching Edward Scissorhands. I start to cry as I feel like Edward, he can't have the girl he wants, or in my case, I can't have the boy I want. I wipe my face to clear the tears and stand up. I grab a bunch of my paint supplies and sit a canvas on the floor. I start painting messily as tears slide down my red cheeks.

"Alex?" I hear a voice ask. I look up to see my mother standing at the door.

"What?" I ask back.

"What's wrong?" She asks, her eyes red and puffy.

"Why do you care?" I ask causing her to start crying.

"I'm sorry I'm such a terrible mother." She sobs walking into my room and sits on my bed. I bite my lip and go sit on the bed beside her. "I-I just I don't know what went wrong with me." She sobs putting her face in her hands. "I wanted to be the person you looked up to and I turned into a prude. I turned into the worst person. My husband is cheating on me and my daughter despises me." She sobs causing me to cry a little bit. I hug her tightly having her turn to hug me back.

"I'm sorry I was such a terrible mother for you growing up. I'm sorry I was never there for you." She sobs into my ear.

"Its okay mom."I whisper feeling her chilling tears sliding down my neck.

"How about, how about we move? Get a fresh start in another town. Leave everything behind and forget about this place?" She asks as she pulls away standing up.

"Yes." I reply simply causing her to give me a sad smile.

"Pack your things, we'll leave once your father goes to sleep."

***

I sign the artwork that has purples and blues spreading around it. There's a large yellow moon in the center of the piece, the sky around it swirled with purples. There's zombie hands reaching towards the moon trying to grab one of the things that drive them to insanity. I sit the piece to the side and and grab my notebook and pencil.

Dear Chris,

I start writing.

This notebook is filled with all my feelings about you. Everything since the day we met to the day you broke my heart. This isn't a form of take me back because at this point you can't take me back. My mom and I are leaving, and we won't be back.

In a sense you drove me to this decision, you leaving me finally made me realize that I don't want to be stuck here anymore. Of course without my mom wanting to leave I wouldn't be able to leave but I had been thinking about it before.

I just wanted you to know that I couldn't say this in person becasue I was already terrified but I'm saying it now becuase I need to leave it in the past. Christopher your whole being has ahold of me, I'm so madly in love with you it physically hurts. But I can't have you anymore, because for some reason you hate me.

I'm sorry for putting you through my bull shit and I'm sorry for ever involving myself with you.

"She never saw him again, not after that night."

With love,

Alexis

I sit the notebook along with the painting on the now empty bed. I fold a piece of paper saying for Chris just in case my dad let's Chris in. I grab my bags by the door and slowly walk down the hallway, being as stealthy as I can.