Carry Me Home

Chapter 12

At the end of the day my Grandma is waiting in front of her car for me to get out of school. She eyes me up and down as I step towards her.

“Next time wear different boots,” she tells me as I get in the car.

“Yes Grandma.”

“And fix that tone,” she said and then muttered to herself, “I knew it was about time that I come back down here; Mirabelle has never been a good mother.”

“So Grandma, how was the trip down here,” I smiled

“Don’t act all goodie-two-shoes with me Dianna. I can see through that pretty little mask you so carefully put up around yourself.”

“Yes Grandma,” I grumbled.

“Hmph, but since you asked, I actually had a wonderful drive down here. I had a chance to visit your Aunt Petunia while I was on my way.”

“Really?” I perked up.

“Yes, I really did see Petunia. If you want to answer a question., do so with a full sentence. Don’t they teach you kids anything in school these days?”

“Did she -I mean Aunt Petunia- give you anything for me?”

“Doesn’t she always?”

“Where is it?”

“I will give it to you as soon as we arrive at your house.”

“Drive faster!”

“I will not take any orders from you young lady.” I slumped in my chair. “I will drive the speed limit and no faster, you’re lucky your school is so close to your house in the first place, be grateful.”

Aunt Petunia was my favorite person in the world and I hardly ever got to see her. She used to always encourage me in believing in things that seemed impossible (such as witches). She has never discouraged me in anything that I want to do, in fact, she always backs me up. I think she’s the only person that I really trust. She’s never let me down, and I doubt she ever will.

As soon as Grandma pulled up in front of the house I leapt out of the car and raced into the house. Going into the living room I saw that the table had a 3 boxes on it. I grabbed them and ran into my room. “Hey Rob, guess what? Grandma came today. But that’s no even the best part! She brought presents from Aunt Petunia! And you know how much I love Aunt Petunia.” I said as I sat down at my desk.

The last thing I expected was for Robert to reply; he laughed. I turned to face him, the presents immediately forgotten. “Rob, you’re awake,” I said, shocked as his dark eyes.

He nervously laughed again, “How long have I been asleep?” He tried to get up.

“No don’t,” I told him as I pushed him back down. I had not helped him get better all this time just to have him hurt himself all over again.

“How long have I been asleep?” he asked again.

“Does Friday count?”

“Yes,” he rolled his eyes.

“Okay, ummm…7 days?” I said like a question.

“7 days!”

“huh, yeah.”

“Why didn’t anyone wake me up?!!”

“Well…if you hadn’t noticed/or don’t remember….well…you kind of showed up on my doorstep dead. Only, you weren’t dead yet,” I hurriedly covered up.

“Wait, you mean I actually got to your house?” I didn’t get it this guy just got back from a practically-death experience and he was acting completely normal, a little cheery even.

“Yes,” I said, choosing my words carefully, waiting for him to burst into hysterics. “And you’re feeling okay?”

“Feeling okay? I feel great. But there’s a few things I don’t understand. One, How did I survive? Two, Why am I on your bed in your room?”

“That’s it?! That’s all you’re worried about?! Aren’t you worried about what practically killed you? Aren’t you totally reeked out that you were a piece of fucking cow meat seven days ago?! It’s like you’re totally carefree about EVERYTHING!!!!”

“I think I just figured out that I’m gay.” Rob said, completely oblivious to me screaming my head off.

“ARG! Okay,” I spoke to Rob, trying to calm myself down, “Rob, do you remember anything? Anything at all?”

Rob just smiled at me and the started staring around my room. Well, something had happened to him. Brainwash maybe?

“Rob, look at me, focus. Focus is the key,” I said getting Robert’s attention again, “What’s the last thing you remember.”

His face scrunched up, like he was trying really hard to remember something. After a few moments he sopped and smiled. Please Gods, don’t let him say anything about lollypops. “I remembered something!”

I can’t believe I am talking to a grown man like this! “Good! What is is.”

His face scrunched up again, “It…it was…oh yeah! I was walking down an alley. I had a gun in my hand!,” Rob sounded really proud of himself. I mentally rolled my eyes, he was always holding a gun, “And my friend were there…but they weren’t next to me.”

“Yes, yes, anything else?”

“Oh, oh, I KNOW I KNOW! Pick me, pick me!!!”

“Yes, Robert?”

“There was a guy it the alley and I was gonna shoot ‘im. But I couldn’t see him, nuh-uh, he was standing in the shadows.”

“That’s it? Are you sure you don’t remember anything else?”

“Well, you told me to shoot him.” That’s when he snapped. He started screaming and hitting me away like I was Bloody Mary. He was having a fucking seizure or something! His high pitched, girly screams filled the air. I didn’t know what to do.