The Deluge (On Hold for now)

Unbelievable Explanations

 The doorknob rattled, making my heart beat faster than before. This always happened. My parents always had some problem trying to open the door. They entered chattering about some event that happened. My mother stopped in the middle of her sentence, her perfectly arched eyebrows shooting up.

  I always loved my mother, but, sometimes she was a perfectionist. I, for one, couldn’t be like that. Her jet black hair was always done on a weekly basis. She cared about looks more than my father and I ever would. I couldn’t let this damage my view of her; nonetheless, she was the most genuine person I knew.

 After a moment of silence and awkward intakes of breaths, my father turned to me and spoke softly, “Trisha?”

 I stared at the brown carpet chewing on my lip, trying to figure out what to say and trying to muster up courage to at least say something. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked quietly.

 “Sweetie, tell you what?” my mother spoke up breaking the awkward silence.

 “Don’t give me that. We all know what I mean. What were you guys waiting on? I’d eventually kill myself and you guys could go partying again like you’re in your twenties,” I said through my teeth.

 “Honey,” my father said stepping closer to me. “We’d never want that.”

 “Then why didn’t you tell me?”

 “We were protecting you.”

 I scoffed and looked up at them, they were blurred and I sucked in a tight breath to stop my anger connected tears from falling. “I get the whole changing the atmospheric pattern thing. But, don’t you know this isn’t something I can control? While you were gone I almost froze myself to death. How’s that for protecting me?” My mother sighed and knelt in front of me and knowing my mother this was a big gesture. She used her index finger and thumb to force me to look at her. “We were going to tell you but all the times just seemed so wrong. We should’ve known you’d find out yourself, you were always so eccentric; it could be a bit unconventional sometimes.”  

  I scoffed and pulled my head back. “I am not. It was just weird that day. I always loved that tree, you know?” I said looking at Madam Lagash.

  “Really?” she asked disbelief crossing her face. “I thought you were an anti-nature person. I, for one, love it.”

 My mother’s eyebrows rose again. “What was weird about that day?”

 I bit my lip, wondering what would be the best way to explain without sounding like a complete fool. “Um, it was rainy and the tree seemed better than before. I would’ve stared at it for a while, but, the rain wouldn’t ease up, at all. Then I found out that my car wasn’t starting-“I threw a wry smile at my father –“I then saw this weird glowing thing, I was shocked, thinking I was getting off or something. Then, I realized the tree was glowing, as silly as it sounds. I got out and I touched it and it fizzed and went away and a few moments later I fell down…stairs.”

 Madam Lagash gasped. “You-you stopped that?”

 I raised an eyebrow.”Stopped what? Making sense?”

 My mother held a hand up to her. “She’s had as much information as she can handle tonight, Katherine. Thanks for your time.” In other words: Leave, please.

Madam Lagash got the hint and rose announcing her departure; I felt a tinge of regret that she was leaving. I really didn’t want to be alone with my parents right now. I smiled and waved at her. The door slammed shut behind her as if it was announcing something eerie.

 I stood up and sighed, trying to look tired. “Well, guys we can talk tomorrow. I’m really tired. Okay?”

 My mother drew in a breath. “Okay, but sweetie, remember; we love you.”