Haru Haru

Lucky? ~ Part 4

Walking back it was going to be a toss up for how things were going to be once I would walk through those doors. Most probably I was not making it into school tomorrow. I tried to focus on the positives of the day such as I didn't have to do this walk in the rain and it wasn't that cold yet, all in all it was a pretty ok day. The more I walked the more I really wish I had my longboard though, this would make this so much better.

I thought back to I think three foster homes about 2 years ago now, I had a similar walk back to the house but with a fractured ankle. That was a walk I am really happy I am not having to do again right now. They were abysmal people and all of us that were jammed into that place had so many issues that never got proper care. I wish I would have kept in touch with a couple of the kids from there. There was a girl around my age ,Kelly, was a sweetheart and was always offering help to all the kids when we all inevitably needed it. I think I try to be more like her when I can because having her care for us was the most love we experienced normally. Hopefully if she saw me today she would be proud. I just want someone to be.

Turning the corner of the block the house is on I realized how zoned out I had been that was a long walk and I don't remember most of it. Getting closer I sighed out a big breath of relief, there were no cars in the driveway. I beat them home and I get time to see if I can delete the message from the school about me not being in class. Yeah yeah I know who still has a house phone, but times like this I am glad Laura is paranoid and doesn't want the school having her cell number. Walking into the quiet house, I make quick work of deleting the message and grabbing a glass of water before heading up to my room.

Sitting up on my bed after laying there for a few minutes I grab my bag getting out the poem we are supposed to be working on for the next 2 days. Carefully tearing open the envelope revealing the plain white paper that all of our poems are printed on. I flatten the previously folded paper out in front of me shocked by the shortness of the poem on the sheet. Well at least my response poem can be short too now. Before I start reading the poem I grab my notebook and a pen setting them both beside me.

"The mirror lies to my face every time

Still I face it and we fight a valiant battle

A battle of wills but the same winner regardless

Knowing the outcome and the wounds incurred

Battling lies and whispers I am never the victor

-8 "

Staring at the shortness of it but caught by how much I can feel what they were talking about. Leaning back against the wall at the head of my mattress. I was just expecting some dumb poem written by a teenager, that was going to be something simple to write a response to. Well mr or mrs number 8, props you can write a poem.

The shutting of the front door catches me and I jam everything into my bag and grab my calculus book out of it. For some reason if they came up here I didn't want them to see the poem. Plus I need to finish the homework I didn't finish yesterday before everything. I worked for a few minutes and managed to finish the rest of my work. I hadn't heard anything from the rest of the house for a while so decided to risk going to get a shower before hiding back in my room until tomorrow morning.

Clothing in hand I stood with my door cracked, I didn't hear anything so as quietly as possible make my way past the top of the stairs to the bathroom. Locking the door behind me and setting my clothes on the counter, I start my shower routine. Yes the routine includes the addition of 8 new lines on each of my arms. What can I say the number stuck with me. My entire shower I keep thinking back to 8's words. Sinking back into that feeling, the war that lies in a reflection. I think to much and just collapse to the shower floor.