Feathers

Chapter 6

Speeding down the street while crying my eyes out, was not a good idea. I was going way to far over the speed limit.

What the hell what that? What was that creature??

My heart was beating a million mph. I just kept driving. After a while, the adrenaline wore off and I slowed the car down just a little bit.

Finally, I made it to my house. I pulled into the driveway and shut off the car. I sprinted inside the house and slammed the door shut and locked it. I breathed in and out hard. I slowly slid my back down until I hit the floor. I pulled my legs up to my chest and held myself.

I started crying again. I don't know how many times I started crying today, but I knew I cried too much.

I sat there for twenty minutes, rocking myself, and counted down from ten, at least twenty times. Everything I tried to calm me down wasn't helping me. So I decided to go to my room.

I tried to stand up but my legs were all wobbly. I slowly gained balance and slowly walked upstairs. Cautious to run back downstairs at any sudden movement. But nothing jumped out or moved.

I made it to my room and walked in. My room had creamed-colored walls. Posters of random stuff. LED lights spread from each corner of my walls that connected. I had those fake green vines hanging from my ceiling. And records pinned on my walls. My bed was in one of the corners of my room. It had black covers and a black blanket.

I slowly closed my door. And walked over to my window and locked it. I doubled checked it. Tripled checked it.

You're just paranoid Alex. You will wake up from this nightmare and this whole day never happened. You would have never met Aries, and you would have never seen that hellish creature. I laid on my bed and curled up into a ball. I slammed my eyes shut and didn't move.

Tears thretend to fall but they fell down my face anyways. I just laid there, trying to think of happy things. Things that made me happy. And not scary, hellish things.

My mother, Kristen Sparks. My best friends, Brittany Eleanor, and Ryan Weston. Puppies.

My mind was racing until I thought of my dad. David Sparks. He makes me happy. I thought about how we used to bake Christmas cookies when I was nine. I remembered the way he read bedtime stories and kissed me on the forehead when I fell asleep.

Sometimes if i was lucky, he would bring his old acoustic guitar out and play while he sang to me.

I tried to think of one of the songs he sang to me as a kid, but it had been so long since I even heard his voice.

So I moved on.

I thought about how if I was scared at night, my dad would check if there were monsters under my bed or in my closet. I remembered that he would take me to bookstores even if mom forced him too.

Sometimes he would disobey mom and take me to the records store instead. I'm not say I disliked it. I actually loved it when he shared what kind of music he listened to when he was young.

Eventually I tried to remember what he looked like. Could I even remotely remember what he looked like? It had been so long.

I slowly opened my eyes. More tears fell from my eyes. I very slowly turned and rolled over to face my framed picture. A picture of me, my mom, and my dad standing in front of the Las Vegas sign. I saw my dad, memory's flowed back into my mind as I saw what he looked like. He had dark brown hair with some strings being either light red or sometimes white. He had brown eyes that looked kind. He had a short beard as well as a mustache too.