phoe•nix
a person or thing regarded as uniquely remarkable in some respect
or
symbolizing immortality, resurrection, and life after death
[ mini series - novella to THE MANDELA EFFECT & DEJA VU ]
au
lower case intended
ft. the corey's, river phoe...
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WEDNESDAY, JUNE 7th 2023
kennedy white's point of view
"kennedy, just wait a second!" my mom follows me up the stairs. "if you tell me what you're looking for, maybe i can help you."
"i've got it." i say, heading to the left around the banister and for my old room.
"please," she huffs out of breath as i come to a halt in my old bedroom. it's all been left the same, memories of being a kid and teenager in here come rushing to mind. "i haven't seen you in forever."
those are the words i needed to snap me out of my sentimental thoughts.
i begin to check every drawer.
"you met some guy and ran off with him. moved in with him, and i'm happy for you, but it feels like ever since then, i haven't seen you!" my mom releases her pent-up emotions. "my own daughter, i see you every 6 months if i'm lucky."
i shut a drawer, dissatisfied with my findings, or lack thereof.
"you know it's because of other reasons, not because of james." i tell her.
"you don't see me because you try to minimize the damage, yes i know, michael's tried to explain it to me. kennedy, please." she says softly, and i stop. i look her in the eyes, her eyes that look like mine, watery and concerned as she stands in my doorframe.
i'm happy i got her eyes, if i didn't, she'd have to see my dad's every time she looked at me and that'd be something else to add to the list i feel guilty about.
"a—are you safe?"
"yes." i sigh.
"you eat enough? get your oil in your car changed—"
"yes."
"need any help with bills?"
i shake my head, no, and then let my gaze fall to the floor.
"of course you don't." i can hear the smile in her voice. "you're like your dad in that way. never needing anyone for help ... to the point that you'll let yourself drown as long as it means you're doing it alone."
"yeah, well, guess i'm like dad in all the same self-destructive behaviors he had." i say, my jaw tightening as i think of where else i can look for this damn key.
"can you just tell me what you're looking for?" she cracks a smile through her sad expression.
"an old key. the one to james' beach house."
"i thought you told me he sold that house? the one in oxnard, right?"
"yeah, but i had a spare." i say.
she looks at me for a little while, i can tell she knows i'm not telling her the whole reason as to why i'm on a desperate search for this key.
"come with me." she says, and then heads out of my room.
