I'm a goth

Spending Time With Firkle

I woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee. I looked over at the clock, and seen it was 11:00. I got out of bed, and stretched. I looked around my room, and felt something was missing. "Oh shit Firkle!" I instantly said after a few seconds of morning grogginess.

I instantly ran down stairs scared that something may have happened to the kid. I'm sure he could hold his own if it came down to someone breaking in, but he is just a kid. I don't know how well he'd do with more than one person to beat the crap out of.

When I finally reached the bottom of the stairs I heard a clang in the kitchen. I instantly grabbed the bat I hid near the stairs. When my douche parents were gone. I creeped up to the kitchen door, and slightly peeked inside to see Firkle drinking coffee.

I breathed a sigh of relief, as I walked towards the kitchen counter he was sitting at. His little hands looked so cute wrapped around the adult sized mug that read life is pain. I chuckled because I picked that out when I was about his age. I sat down beside him, and put my head on the counter. Letting my bat fall to the floor with a loud crack, and rolling where ever.

When I lifted my head again I saw Firkle sliding me another mug that was black, and had painted spider webs on it. I smiled at him, and took a sip. It was perfect. Half, and half the way I liked it. I finally spoke up, and said "morning" in a quiet voice. He nodded in reply as if it were a question rather than a statement, or greeting.

We sat in silence for a bit. It was nice to have someone around even if they didn't talk. It just gave you a feeling of safety. One that didn't require much, but for another beings presence.

It was abruptly interrupted by the annoying ringtone of the house phone. I reluctantly got up to answer it. "Hello, Julia?" I bit my lip in frustration. I hated my real name, and much preferred my goth name scarlet. "What?" I replied in a cold monotone of a voice.

My mother went on talking as if she didn't care, or just didn't have the time to. "Me, and your father are going to travel the world. We won't be back for a really long time. Most likely years. We will send you enough money each month to take care of your self in South Park " You could hear my mother begin to cry on the other end. "We just can't deal with your bullshit anymore. We don't know how to deal with you. You'll find the money we left you this month in my bedroom dresser. Take care of your self. Oh I also put two cartons of cigarettes in the fridge for you. I hope that's enough for your disgusting habit. Goodbye." She said sobbing violently, and then all that could be heard was the phone hitting the receiver on the other end.

I went back to the kitchen. Resuming my position next to Firkle, and began to go numb. I was alone. I drank my coffee mechanically. To try, and drown the pain within me. It didn't work. I looked at Firkle who genuinely looked like he cared for me. I smiled a weak smile at him, and asked if he would like to hang out today. He nodded, and I got up from my chair.

"Firkle I'm going to go get dressed" I stated. He nodded, and I continued with, "Do you want to see if any of my old clothes will fit you?". "Yeah, as long as they're black, and not short." He said in a innocent voice. When he talked was the only time you could tell he was a kid. Well other than the height difference. I nodded , and walked upstairs with him following me.

When I got to my room. I went to my closet. Looking for an old car board box that I hadn't looked at since I moved. It was at the top of my closet where I had put it. I took it down, and turned around with it in my hands to find Firkle on my bed. I put the box next to him and opened it. It had all my clothes from when I was younger in it. I told him he could wear whatever he wanted to.

With his clothe situation taken care of I went to my dresser. I hadn't changed since last night. So my clothes were all wrinkly, and disheveled. I looked back to see Firkle was rummaging through the box, and wasn't playing attention to me. I shrugged his presence off anyway considering he was only 8, and probably wasn't interested in a women's body. I took my clothes off. Well except for my underwear.

I then proceeded to look for fresh clothes, and underwear to take a shower. When I had found what I wanted I grabbed my towel off the hook on the back of my door, and went to the bathroom to do so, but freaked when I opened the door to see Michael in front of me.

I dropped what I was holding, and tried to cover myself. Which I was failing at miserably. Though to my surprise Firkle was there to kick my bedroom door shut. Tears silently fell down my face as I realized Michael probably had seen my scars. I wasn't worried about Firkle because he was so young. Though the scars that covered my body were so embarrassing.

I was hoping Firkle wouldn't ask about them. Though he wouldn't stop staring at the biggest one on my leg. Then he spoke up. "What happened?" He said softly as he pointed to it. I didn't know how to explain, but then replayed numbly with,"It's in the past now". He nodded opened the door, and led Michael away. Which I was grateful for.

I resumed to try, and take a shower. I picked up my things, and went to the bathroom. Crying silently the entire time. Then sobbing through out the entire time I was in the shower.