You're Gonna Miss Me When I'm Gone

Make You Feel

Dark. Enzo woke up to pitch dark. He glanced around not being able to see anything. He began to panic not knowing what was happening. He stood up ready to make an escape, but a hand grabbed at his ankle. The teen let out a high pitched yelp before covering his mouth with his hands to block the loud noise. "Enzo." The voice was calming to his body instantly relaxing him. "Enzo, what are you doing?" The whispered voice asked Enzo immediately recognized the voice as Opal's. Just then the memories came flooding back. "Enzo" the voice came out again sounding slightly worried. "Are you okay?" Enzo stared into the girl's eyes not saying anything. He let his eyes do he talking. HIs hazel eyes said nothing. "I have to go." Was all that was spoken from the boy's mouth. "Umm at" The girl pulled out her phone illuminating the ceiling long enough for her to read the time. "At 4:20 in the morning?" "I have to go"Enzo said again before shaking off the teen girl's hand from his ankle. She sat up and was ready to protest, but Enzo was already making his way to the door. His dark shadow following his body. The door was shut behind the boy and he was thrust out into the streets again. His face blank as he walked down the street. The walk was peaceful. The only noises heard were those of nature. Quiet and calming to the once tense boy. The wind started to rustle as Enzo felt a car turn onto the street he was walking down. His heart beat sped up and in the quiet neighborhood, he felt like he could and would wake everyone up. The boy did not dare to turn around, but listened and felt the vibration to know how close the car was. Enzo debated running and hopping a few fences to get home. The car started to slow to a stop as Enzo realized what or who it was. "Fuck!" In the black and white car appeared a police officer. The man was in full uniform and had his window rolled down. "Hello sir. How are you doing this early morning?"

Enzo said nothing, hoping that if he believed hard enough then the police officer would just drive away.

"Sir!" The officer spoke a little louder.

Enzo's cheeks felt flushed. He was quickly plotting a way to escape. The cop car pulled to a halt and the driver door opened up. Out came a man, about 45 years old and it showed. His thinning grey hair matched his white complexion. He was aiming a flashlight at Enzo and the boy ha to hold up his hands to avoid being blinded. "I said hello sir. It's only polite that you reply." The officer said. "Where are you going this early in the morning?" Before the bewildered teen could say anything more the officer asked another question. "How old are you boy?" The teen's teeth were chattering from the cold weather, but he dared not to reply. Being Mexican meant that any wrong word could have him tossed in jail. "Boy I asked you a question, and you better god damn answer my question!" The officer yelled shaking the flash light around in circles at the teens face. The night helped mask the fear and anxiety in the teens face, but he was sure that the officer could read it. Enzo replied with the minimal words of "Fuck you pig." "Welp then ya little fucker!" The officer spoke with an angry voice. "If you can't answer my fucking question then your under arrest!" He grabbed the teen's hand and squeezed the hand before forcefully pinning the boy to the ground. Enzo cringed in pain and started shouting profanities at the officer. The older man quickly grabbed a pair of handcuffs and strapped one side onto the teens hand tightly. The pair of metal shackles dug into his skin and caused searing pain to shoot up his hand. The officer went to put on the second handcuff when Enzo rolled over on his back an put his arms under his butt, making it harder for the officer who lost hold of the other side of the handcuff. The teen knew he needed to do something and do it quickly.His adrenaline was coursing through the boys veins at a hundred miles an hour. The displeased officer stood up to get a grip on the Mexican teen's arm and that was the moment that Enzo set his plan into action. In the dark of night, laying on the sidewalk, Enzo had one shot at this and it had to work. He jostled his knee up to his face, and with all the force in his body, brought his foot into the dead center of the officers knee. The white man yelled out in pain collapsing to the ground. Enzo knew he had to go, but where was the question. In all the commotion his brain had shut down and focused on his fighting skills, because that was what was keeping him alive at the moment. The boy stood up, stumbling slightly, before taking off into the neighborhood and jumping the first fence he saw. The wind in his ears blocked out all the other sounds of his life. All he knew right now was survival and he ran like a track star, managing to clear fences without a second thought. His breathing was erratic, but he managed to gain a few basic cognitive controls such as direction. He knew he was on a main road that was just four streets over from the street that his house occupied. Knowing that police would be flooding the streets looking for the "thug" that "destroyed his career" he kept on the move. The handcuffs tapped against his outer leg as Enzo dodged through bushes and evaded trees. The blue and red lights rounded the corner of the road just as Enzo was diving into his backyard. He slipped through the backdoor. A slight creaking sound being made. The lights zipped along casting a blue and red glowing shadow into his house. The boy breathed a sigh of relief. He was safe now, just as soon as he could get these handcuffs off. Enzo trotted off upstairs and into his bedroom. He reached into his medicine cabinet spilling the continence of it once again. He reached for his razor and broke out the blade. He had an idea and it had to work, because he knew that there was no possible way to explain having handcuffs on. The jet black haired teen grabbed hold of the blade and began sawing at the handcuffs. The metal cuffs were resistant to the blade, but Enzo kept at it. As the night ticked on the cut got deeper. After what seemed like hours, the cut was only about 1/8 of an inch deep. He threw the blade onto the floor and stood up. There had to be another way. He suddenly heard the wooded stairs creek. He could tell instantly by the distinct foot sounds that it was his mother coming to check on him. He cut the light off to the bathroom and stood still. Extremely still. In the dark he could make out the figure of his mother's hand searching for the bedroom light switch. He held his breath and moved into the shower to better hide himself, but that moment the hand cuff knocked on the black bathtub tiles, giving away his position. He cursed under his breath when he heard his mother call his name and the light flicker on. "Enzo what are you doing? Where were you last night! I just about had a heart attack and..and I already called the police to repor you missing..and I-why did you le-youre in huge trouble mister!" His mother scream whispered. Enzo's back slid down the shower wall and he sat in there with a singular teal curtain dividing the two souls. Neither of them said anything. His mom huffed and stomped a foot.

'You're dad will surely hear about this one!" She elder woman said in an attempt to scare his mother. Enzo was pissed! She couldn't tell him anything! It was none of her fucking business. Words mixed inside of the teens mouth before he spit them out with vigor. "Not if I kill myself before then!" He yelled. His mom turned around and stared at the shower curtain. She heaved it down and lying in this tub was her teenage son. Ripped up pants, bleeding leg, and locked in a handcuff, but she couldn't care less about that at this moment. "What. Did. You.Say?" she asked in a surprisingly calming voice. Enzo stared at her. "I said what did you say!" the woman was screaming at him. He stared onto the floor. His mother screamed out and threw the bottle of soap that was sitting on the counter at Enzo. He held up his hands to protect his face.It missed him, but hit the adjacent shower wall and spilled out seeping down the wall.The woman had already stormed out of the room and was making a descent down the stairs when Enzo looked up again. He waited a moment before hearing the downstairs master bedroom door slam closed before exiting the shower. He walked out of the bathroom and into his room. The air was cold, but the his body still felt melting. He rid his body of his now torn and slightly bloody pants. He sanded his feet across the wooden floors and crawled into the bed over to the dresser that sat beside. There had to be a bobby pin or needle somewhere in here. Ta-da! Out emerged a black bobby pin from his long hair goth phase. He silently thanked his 13 year old self before setting to work on straightening this bobby pin. Having only ever seen it in movies, Enzo was skeptical of this idea, but was determined to try it anyways. He stuck the black edge in and wiggled it around. Within a matter of moments the handcuffs had shackled to the ground. Enzo smiled and rubbed at his sore and bruising wrist. Feeling dumb for wasting hours trying to saw off the handcuffs the boy sighed and relaxed into the comfort of night. He hadn't a plan for tomorrow or the next day which was when his dad would return home, but as for now he couldn't care. His body melted into the warmth of his bed and he figured he would skip school once again and sleep in. The teen pulled the blanket from off the ground and grabbed his iPod. Tonight was a Nirvana kind of night. The Latino boy relaxed more into the bed and rested his hands on his chest,letting the night fade away from him. He knew he couldn't continue to live like this, but at this point in time he just let the quiet breath sleep into him.