It was dark. So dark that I couldn't see where I was. I looked down, not surprised that the ground below me wasn't there. Behind me, I could hear someone breathing. I turned around to see a pair of dark red eyes. I didn't move an inch. I just kept staring at those eyes.
"Johnny.", a deep voice had said. My breathing hitched a little bit.
"What do you want?" I asked. The red eyes vanished before me, and the heat of someone breath was on my neck.
"Your soul." was all I heard before something grabbed my neck.
I woke up to the sound of a plate clattering with the table next to my bed. I turned to see my little sister placing what looked like food beside me. She winced, obviously trying to avoid waking me up. Her gray pale eyes connected with mine and she looked startled. I noticed that her hair was curled up and she had eye make up done.
"Sorry, mom wanted me to bring you something to eat before we went to my recital." She quickly said. I sighed and sat up on the bed. "I'm sorry-" She started to apologize again. I raised a hand up to stop her.
"It's fine Nellie." I tell her, "I wasn't getting any sleep anyway." I muttered. Nellie glanced at the plate of food then back at me.
"Are you going to actually eat this time?" She asked, "I made the toast, and I didn't burn it." she added. I sighed once more and nodded.
"I will eat it." I told her, "Now go to your little girl thing." I said. I could see her child like features brighten up. She turned around and exited my room. Nellie was my little 8 year old sister. She's the only female I probably could ever tolerate in my life. I think I liked her mostly because she reminded me of myself. I mean, without the dark, mysterious attitude, she was a little ball of sunshine. Even though I used to treat her like shit, she always stayed that nice little girl. She was like the hippie at a death metal concert. I scoffed at the image, a low vibrating sound interrupted my thoughts. I glanced at the jogging pants that I was wearing earlier. I stood up from the bed and walked over to the pair of j pants. I reached inside of the pocket and grabbed my cellphone. When I unlocked it, about 7 notifications was waiting for me. "Well someone seems popular." I said to myself. When I opened up the notifications, I nearly dropped my phone.
Text message received from : Nate
We need 2 meet up tonight. 8 o clock at Carley Alley.
I haven't heard from Nate since we went to get back my weed from David's house and we sorta broke off on bad terms. I remember watching him yell out for me for help, the panic in his eyes when that dog was ripping him off the gate. I don't even know what David did to him and now hes suddenly interested in meeting up with me? I've been in this type of situation before, where I've been asked to meet up, but those meet ups usually involved in smoking, drinking, or girls. So this is uncharted territory. I wont lie, I am quite curious to find out what Nate wants to meet up for. Does he plan on confronting me or does he just want to talk. I checked the time and saw that it was 7:37, I looked back down at the text. I shrugged my shoulders and slipped on some jeans that I had laying on the corner of my bed. Might as well do something with my life. I put my phone in my pocket and started to make my way out. I stopped in the doorway and turned around. I went over to where the plate of food still sat on the bedside table. I picked it up and dumped it in the trash. I'm not an asshole I swear. I just don't eat home cooked food. I rarely even eat, but when I do I go to Vinny's. Its amazing with his godawful personality, he can actually cook some decent things.
I left my room turning off the light. As I walked down the hall, I could hear some type of rustling in the kitchen area and the high-pitched voice of Nellie. When I turned the corner I could see my mom with her sleeves rolled up washing dishes with Nellie sitting on the counter with a sparkling baton in her hand. She looked at me and her face brightened up. She set down her baton beside her and slid off the counter. My mom watched her run to me.
