Burn slow

Chapter 2| That "Tyler's" feeling

- Wednesday, let me go! - Pugsley was hanging upside down on the top of the highest tower of Addams' mansion. He screamed harder than usual, maybe Brother tried to cheer me up. I had my arms crossed over my chest looking at him gloomily. I scoffed with disappointment and boredom and headed to the entrance door. Pugsley continued screaming but inside the house his yelling was not well audible. I went up to my room and buried my head in a pillow. I had to make up something to snap out of the obsessive feeling.

I felt ... something. Something that I didn't want to feel. Something obnoxious, similar to the sound of a false note or dragging fingernails on a chalkboard. It haunted me and I cursed myself again for having allowed myself to fall in the trap of feelings. I understood that this was a case but I had to dig deeper. Unfortunately, I dig well only graves.

The understanding of the fact that I didn't understand what was going on inside me brought me not only more suffering but also anger.

I roared to myself and got up quickly.

Let's get down to my novel. It should help.

My fingers got frozen above buttons being not able to type any letter. I breathed heavily trying to find any word to print.

N-O-T-H-I-N-G

I felt like a wounded animal in a cell. I couldn't escape. I couldn't fight. And that definitely wasn't in my nature.

I leaned on the surface of the table with my fists and my knuckles got white. I had to try something else to make myself stop feeling.

I threw myself to the cello.

Music would probably save me.

I started playing. A lot of notes seemed false for me. The melody was not clean and precise so I stopped. The cello just irritated me even more.

Boiling anger erupted in me like a volcano. The only advantage was that I got clear understanding: I hate Tyler. He deprived me of my ordinary life so I was not even able to do my hobbies. He deprived me of my cold calmness giving instead the stupid inching feeling for which I even couldn't find a word.

*Vibration*

I turned my head towards the hell device that others called "mobile phone". I got a new message:

Xavier:
"it's not like I'm going to bomb you up with messages but I'm just worried if you're alright. Did you hear the news?"

That hooked me up.

Me:
"No. Tell me".

I got the answer almost immediately.

Xavier:
"They say that in Jericho a dangerous zoo animal escaped from the car which it was being transported in".

Me:
"What's wrong with that?" .

Xavier:
"There's no zoo in Jericho".

That was really weird. They always called "animal" an outcast who got out of control.

Me:
"Your ideas?"

Xavier:
"I think that's Tyler"

I got goosebumps having read this message.

Xavier:
"Be careful".

It dawned on me. Not taking into account the last message, which reminded me about the bastard again, I haven't felt that stomach-churning feeling for several minutes while I was texting Xavier.

So I had to continue this digital talk on a different topic.

Me:
"Are you already at home?"

Xavier:
"I am. Painting every time".

Me:
"What?"

Xavier:
"Birds. Wanna see?"

I hesitated. I was not quite interested but chatting with Xavier was a remedy from that "Tyler's" feeling. So I sent the short message:

Me:
"Yes".