Take Me Away

Chapter 2 - The Freak

Sometimes I was what you saw in great family movies. Mom was the perfect assistant in a major company and, Heidi and I argued but loved one another with all our hearts.  We were together nonstop when we were home.  I was the one who taught her to walk and talk… Mom focused on the bills when our Dad left us when I was six and my sister was still in the crib.  I watched as he went toward the door so I asked if he was going to a trip and he said yes.  He asked me to get his jacket and I ran to go get it.

            When I returned, he was gone.

            But I am not one of those girls who are obsessed knowing where their never-been-there daddy was.  I was always fine with Mom and Heidi.  They were kind and caring and my family.  It was simple as that.  My family.

             At school I had a few close friends and I usually got along with people.  I was really emotional and sensitive though.  If someone teased me, I would hold a grudge for days on days unending.  Maybe it was better I was numbed.

            I couldn’t feel pain, or regret, or even sadness.

            That was the good part.

            The bad part was that I couldn’t fall in love or feel happy.  It’s not emo, really… just difficult.  I guess you can look at me and just call me a loser.  Who can be the gawky and awkward?  Yes, I, Miss Blu am an awkward teenage girl with stringy pale straw-like black hair and the weirdest blue-purple eyes I had to get from my mother’s side.  My skin was worse, pale and dull, even worse for a dead man’s.

            I guess you can see me and just see I was a freak.  My ankles were so small that my boots were baggy around the sides and my skin tight knee-high socks were a little droopy as well.  My long shorts bagged around my thighs and my band tee went passed my hips because it was a size three when I was a size one.  I hate being small.  I wore jackets and zipped them up so no one can see how skinny and anorexic-looking I was.

“Blu…” Aunt Leona called out of the darkness and I stared at her for a second.  She still was the most beautiful looking woman I have ever seen; I have never seen a single difference in her looks after the years.  She was tall, and in a way like me with my dark hair but it was more colorful as a dark auburn brown and she had her naturally tan skin.  And plus her eyes were long lashed and they seemed more like a lake and softer violet than my awkward dark violet that reminded me more of a sloppier awkward purple than the sunset violet that she had.

            As she walked over, she messed with my hair and I quickly slapped her hands away, she looked slightly offended.  But it disappeared with a large smile, “Our neighbors are here to meet you…”

            “I don’t want to see anyone,” I said.

            She frowned and took a long gulp, “Blu, just because they­ are gone.  Your still here, live it up.”

            I forced myself to smile, “Okay, Aunt Leona, I’ll be there in a second.”

            She nodded and hurried off.

            I don’t know why but I always faked emotions around Aunt Leona.  Like depression, mad, and happy.  I faked it for her.

            Maybe I gave her special treatment or sympathy… if I had any.  I wasn’t completely sure.  I got nervous sometimes, maybe even a slight frustration.  But it stays when it goes all the way up and then drops, and I feel numb once more.

            I sighed and got up; I wandered down the hall to see two adults and two teenagers.  One was a girl and the other was a boy.  They looked to be sixteen, I think.  They were twins probably: blond, blue-eyed, fair-skinned, flawless, almost-identical twins.  They took one look and they frowned.