• Lucky Me, I See Ghosts •

Guess who Came Back This Year

Lucky sat at the couch, Sweet Tart ate food as Lucky drank his hot chocolate.

The house was so quiet and empty that he coud here muffled Christmas music and laughter from the neighbors. He had just finished finals, he thinks he failed, not eating or sleeping for multiple days.

He had a lot more cuts all down his arm not his wrist-wrist, he cut there once a big scar showed. He didn't want to cut there, there was to much blood, he stuck to cutting the back of his hand and his lower wrist. His left arm was complete with cuts, he went to his ankles next there wasn't that much cut on his legs when he felt the need to bleed the would touch his cuts and bruises.

He finished the cup of hot chocolate and took a shower. His cuts burned under the water. He finished and put on baggy sweat pants and a T-shirt he put a hoodie on he didn't want to see his cuts, hickeys, bite marks, bruises. He sat with Sweet Tart and read a book.

The door bell rang.

He got scared, his stomach twisted. He ran to the bathroom and threw up, his hair was long and in the way he held it up.

The door opened, "Noah, darling!" He breathed heavily and flushed the toilet and washed his mouth water from the sink.

"Noah? What are you doing?" It was his nana, Allie.

"Just brushing my teeth, Nana." He smiled.

He did brush his teeth in the shower, they were shiny white. "Oh, Noah", she went and hugged him, softly.

He pushed her hard,"Oh, Sorry, Nana- I- I'm a bit s-sick, I don't want you to- be sick like me."

"Oh, well are you feeling well enough to come to the Christmas party?"

"I mean, I- guess I could."

"That's Great, Noah. You should wear the fancy suit your Papa had."

She held out a hanger, the suit was hidden in a black trash bag, meant to keep it clean.

"Thanks, Nana." He grabbed it and went to his room and changed, the suit was very fancy, that was his family, he only saw his nana on holidays, with that he was basically raised by her, the other times he was raised by himself.

The suit was a light shade of almond. And had red and black it was tight and had a fancy button up chest.

Walking out his nana gasped,"Naoh, you look so handsome!" Her expression changed, "Your hair is a bit long, do you have hair gel?"

She looked in the bath room and got out hair gell and a comb, and stared fixing Lucky's hair. She saw the back of his ears, and found a hickey, she kept it to herself, assuming something completely different.

When she finished combing his hair, she saw the back side of Lucky's hand, she grabbed it, "Oh, Lord, Noah, what happened?" He jerks his hand back

"The cat."

"You should get, her claws cut."

"I'll think about it."

"Okay, now, Noah lets hurry, we still gotta get your, Aunties."

They went went out side in the snow, they had a very shiny, silver 2002 Honda Odyssey. He got in the back seat.

His uncle was in the front of the car, his two older cousins sat next to him. He was in the middle of them.

He was the youngest in the car. He was sixteen, his uncle was, thirty, his cousins were twins they were both, twenty-two. And his nana was fifty-six The family had this big fancy personality, they got to get together for Christmas early, his nana had many other Christmas parties to go to.

One of his cousins smelled Lucky, he smelt of cigarettes, once he got the cigarette smell it was almost impossible to get rid of it. His cousin didn't say anything, but it was very obvious he noticed. The car ride was quiet with quite Christmas music playing.

As they made it to the fancy white house with very perfect Christmas lights. There were younger cousin ages: two to seven. They walked in the house, There is a table, a long table, where there was a kids table and an adults table, but dinner wasn't ready, yet.

The little kids started to play and the adults talked or something.

Lucky sat at the couch with the adults they had wine on a small coffee table. Lucky's nana his papa, uncles, aunts and older cousin. They were talking about something, once a small word got Lucky's attention.

'Smokes' silence felled the air as his nana looked at Lucky.

Lucky wasn't paying attention to what the conversation was.

"Is that true?" His nana raised an eyebrow.

"Uh- well- I-"

"It is! Crissy, and John, Smoke around you, don't they?"

His aunt cried out, those were his parents names.

He didn't know what to say, he stayed quite trying to think of a better excuse for why he smells of cigarettes, he couldn't think of one that made sense.

His nana sighed loudly, "That's why Cristina never shows up, she married that man whore and got into some smoking habits."

She laughs.
He felt sick, his stomach twisted. He stands up with out saying anything and walks, holding his mouth, to the washroom. Locking the door and gagging he couldn't throw up. He was heavily breathing. He stoped and went to the sink washed his face off and dried it with a hald cloth. He coughed and gaged in the sink. He made it look like nothing really happened, his legs were shakey. He walked out and saw everyone at the table. He sat at his seat, right next to his nana. They set the food out, Lucky doesn't feel like eating. He looked at his plate. Everyone's attention turn to the door, as some lady with back long, silky hair stands in the doorway wareing a tight white dress that didn't fully cover her thighs. "Cristina! Welcome dear." His nana says, lucky realizes it was his mom. His mom didn't have black hair it was brown and kinda curly, it had been very obvious that she also had plastic surgery as well her cheeks and chest were bigger. Lucky felt like he didn't know her anymore. She came over and sat next to Lucky. She had a plate and everyone started talking and the music got louder. He sat, staring at his food. He really didn't want to eat. His moms voice was higher and made his head hurt worse than it already did. His mom noticed Lucky wasn't eating."Are you okay, s-son?" She lightly touched his hand. He jumped up and pushed the chair over, slapping her hand away. The room got silent, they stared at him with very worried and confused expressions. "S-sorry, i-i'm- its hot, I think I might have a feaver." He made another excuse. "Oh, you need to go home?" His nana got up and tried to touch his forehead. He didn't want to be touched, not by anyone, not ever. "You're burning up!" His nana made him go home with his mom. He sat in silence with her in the car. "Sorry I haven't been around, me and your father were having a vacation."
"It's been eleven years."
"Your father developed a talent for reading cards, we get money at the casino for my surgery. Next I'll have a big fat ass just the way your dad likes."
Lucky looked out the window not wanting to respond. Right after he got home his mom left. He went to his room and put the suit back like he didn't even put it on. He put on a T-shirt, hoodie, and sweet pants. He walked to to the living room to see the prostitute on his couch.