My Song

Chapter Two

I woke the next morning clutching the empty bottle of vodka to my chest. I threw to the ground hearing it shatter on the hardwood floors. I stumbled out of bed, and ran into the door frame. "Ouch." I grumbled under my breath.

I wiped the sleep out of my eyes, and finally made the room stop spinning.

Paul was just emerging from the bathroom steam pouring out of the door behind him. His blonde scraggly hair was a mess around his face.  He rubbed his eyes, and squinted at me. "Hey kid, when did you get here?"

I rolled my eyes, "I came yesterday after school." He walked over to the window, and pulled the curtain aside, "Well I don't see your car, how did you geet here?"

"I walked, you know these long things that hold you up, are good for something." I replied.

He shrugged, "Kid you wanna make me some breakfast?" He said and flopped onto his coach, "I've got a killer hangover." He rubbed his temples, and shooed me out.

I turned to go, and thought better of it. Keeping my back to him I said, "Hey Paul."

"Yeah kid?"

"You know how I'm closer to you than I am to my own parents, and you wouldn't think of ever judging me, and I can tell you anything?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Oh, I'm just hoping you'll remember it in the future in case you hear anything." I said, and strode out of the room.

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The onslaught of memories suddenly halt, and the only thing I can focus on once again is the unbearable pain. I crumple to the ground and gasp.

I hear the awful voice in my head, saying "Wow, that was boring, come on I want more action something!" I can feel him rifling through my memories."Oh, here let's try starting from here."

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" I scream in defiance.

I picked myself off the ground, and start walking just as the memories start rolling through my head like a movie once again.

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It was a week after that conversation with Paul. I had told my mom I was probably going to stay with him for most of the summer, and went to the house when I knew both of my parents would be at work to get a bag of clothes and my car.

I had been worried for days about Mr. Jenkins, but saw in the paper that he was perfectly fine, and they figured a giant bird broke through the window, and scared him causing him to fall over and hit his head on the wall. He didn't recollect any of the event, so he was no help to the police trying to find out what happened. When I read that, I sighed in relief feeling like I had been holding my breath waiting for police to run in the house to arrest me.

My eyes fluttered open, and I squinted in the bright light.

I looked around confused, until I remembered last night. I hadn't been able to sleep so I went and walked on the beach until about four in the morning. By the time I laid in bed I could see the faint traces of dawn on the horizon.

I sat up, and looked out the window. It must have been around noon, but you couldn't tell because of all the dark murderous storm clouds that were gathering all around the sky. The only reason there was a burst of light that woke me up is because there was a hole in the clouds, but now the sun was back in hiding behind the clouds.

I got up, and took a shower. When I walked around after, I realized Paul was nowhere to be seen. Must have gotten enough of hearing me complaining about not having any food, I thought. I looked back out the window to see the wind beating furiously on the trees. I loved this violent type of weather. It was like nature was fighting with itself.