I'm a goth

Hanging with Henrietta

Today was dreary. Even for me. I hated the world for what it was, but it had its perks. Though rain wasn't one of them.

I would have been writing poetry with Michael at the cemetery today if it wasn't for the news casters screw up.

I had even gotten Michael a new lighter. He'd been complaining about his running out of gas. Now he might just get his own before I can give it to him.

I sighed at the weather for being an ass hat. Why does it literally have to rain on my parade. I have been such a good goth lately. I haven't even told my teacher to fuck off this week for scolding me about attendance.

I threw a pillow at my living room window from my space on the couch in frustration. How was I supposed to show the darkest depths of my appreciation for Michael if it's going to be raining all the time. I hate summer in this damned town.

I stood up from the couch to go get some coffee to try, and forget about how Michael and I's outing was canceled because of shitty weather. When I heard a knock at the door.

Wondering who the hell was at my door in this weather I went to answer it. Surprisingly it was Henrietta. With shock most likely evident in my eyes I let her in.

"Hey Henrietta..." I said politely waiting for the reason she dealt with rain to come here. "Hello" she responded. For whatever reason there was an awkward air around us. If I had reached my hand out I just might have been able to touch it.

She nodded at me. While she went to my kitchen, and started making coffee. She always just made herself at home here. I didn't actually mind though. It was just odd how she was so comfortable here. The only other place I seen her like this was her room.

I watched her make coffee from a counter stool, and when she was done she brought me some. I said thanks, and took a sip. She gave me a small smile, and sat beside me at the counter.

"So I see you, and Michael have gotten pretty close" she said. I nodded. "Has he kissed you?" She questioned. I looked at her now, and nodded a no. She shrugged, and rolled her eyes.

"He never was good with these things. He's more of a heat of the moment kind of guy. You know?" She said off handedly. Not knowing how to reply I nodded again. He was a kind of all or nothing boy, but he could be gentle at times. I had experienced that waking up with him. It was just so comfortable to be in his presence.

"Well you love him right?" Henrietta questioned. I nodded again. Of course I did. He was special to me. He accepted me. How could I not love him.

"I'm sure you'll last. He has grown fond of you as well." I gave a small smile at that. It would make me very happy if I could have Michael if nothing else in this shitty excuse we call humanity.

Unfortunately their is the task of healing his broken heart. He's shielded himself from any connection to the world, because like myself we see it as bullshit. Which is what it truly is. We both see the truth.

Which is why we make the conformists miserable. It's our job to show them the reality of it all. The truth they are missing. The truth we see.

So it's kind of like Michaels my partner in crime. We are the same in a way. We understand love may never work for us. For whatever reason though he has decided to take the same chance as I. Not that I'm not grateful though.

It's just something I've been pondering lately. I mean why on earth me. We haven't known each other long. I mean the safest choice would obviously be Henrietta, but he chose me. Why?

"Henri?" I started,"Yes" she replied. "Why do you think Michael chose me? I mean he hasn't known me long, and love is such a conformist feeling". I looked over at her at the end of my sentence and watched her ponder the question.

"You know I asked him out a while ago, but he said 'love didn't work out for my parents. Why should it for me?', and I didn't know how to respond so he said 'exactly.' Then walked away. So I don't exactly know how he feels about you, but you must be pretty special." I nodded, and she cocked an eyebrow in amusement.

"Don't worry about it too much okay. I'm sure he isn't leaving you anytime soon if at all." She said with confidence. I chose to believe her because of their history. Just to be on the safe side though I think I'll talk to Firkle as well later.

In the meantime I wanted to enjoy Henrietta's company. She's a good friend. Plus she's the only other female goth I've met. I'd have more in common with her than any conformist Britney wannabe. So she's dear to me.

After we finished our coffee we wrote poetry, and listened to some skinny puppy. It was pleasant. We helped each other make candles, and researched the characters to our favorite horror movies. It was a usual goth night in.

Honestly I liked hanging with Henrietta. She was just like a sister, and I think she looked at me as more of a sibling then that poor excuse for a hero she lives with. So at the end of the night I offered we make a blood oath. To stay sisters of the night.

She agreed, and I went upstairs to grab my knife. When I came back downstairs we both slit our hands. Putting them together we swore to the end. Now, and forever we'll be together.