What Have I Become

Chapter 3

" And I've got your clean clothes ready, they're sitting on your chair. " My mother tenderly kissed my forehead and took the tray that held upon it a clean plate with crumbs and an empty glass, and smiled and walked towards my door, " Now it's okay for you to still go out...But please sweetie, be careful when you do, I love you. " She smiled and walked out of my room, closing the door.

I quickly got up, wincing in stupidity, and hobbled over to my chair and grabbed my clothes and got changed into them and grabbed my jacket and phone then left my house with a, " I'll be back later. " and " I love you. ", to my parents and left and headed towards the house of a person who I know can help me, number five: Ryan Lucrum.

Ryan is the longest person I've known, our parents joke around and say stuff like, " You'd think you'd both be twins by how close you are. " and it was true. When we were younger, me and Ryan were practically insertable. The only time we'd never see eye to eye was when he had to go back to Ireland with his Grandmother to visit his parents, I won't go into too much detail but let's just say his parents weren't too well for the move. So now he just stays here with his mother's mother while she looks after her son-in-law's father, Grandad.

But back to Ryan. Ryan, "surprisingly" matches no stereotypes of what most of America would expect from Irish folk: Ginger hair, thick, heavy accents, the obsession with the colour green, they're always drunk and that they love to fight and are supposed to be a "crazy" Christian - or a denomination there are upon. Ryan, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. He had thick, wavy, sand coloured hair, a plain old Dublin accent, the abolishment of the colour green, hates drinking - except Guinness - hates fighting unless completely necessary and is an open Hellenic Pagan. Other characteristics of Ryan include, but not limited to: the love for tea, bright red flannels, messy and never tidy hair, always smelling of incense or oil and an unhealthy addiction to greed. What's his is his and he won't give it up.

I walked up to house, a small two tiered home not far from mine, red bricked and black tiled roof with a small skylight and a chimney with birch around the door and windows and potted plants on the garden. For a suburban home, it look really nice. Exquisite in its simplicity. I jogged up to the door and knocked and waited a few moments. A few minutes pasted then I knocked again and heard a voice from the other end shouting, " I'm coming, I'm coming! I'm not on 'bucking wheels you know, you better be a bloody wood pecker-, " the door opened and an old women in her early 70s, wearing a pink shirt and skirt with a dark purple cardigan and yellow, floral apron. Behind silver, crescent moon glasses were two bright grey eyes that shown a calming, tender light to them, " Oh Lex sweetie! Sorry I took so long, Grandad thought he shit himself...He just dropped his chocolate bar on his trousers. Come on come in, please sit down. "

" Thank you Mrs McConmara. " I walked in and closed the door and wiped my feet on the mat and headed to the living room, a moderate sized room with everything you'd expect: TV, furniture, pictures and items in cupboards and also - because Ryan family before his parents are Catholic - images of Jesus and the Virgin Mary and a few crosses. The walls a light grey-ish blue colour with a white border, a small chandelier hung off the ceiling, it was a very warm, homely living room, paired with the smell of candles burning and gives my off heat and scents made it all that more comfortable.

" I was looking for Ryan, Mrs McConmara...Is he home? " I asked and sat down on the violet vine-printed settee, shimming around a bit to get more comfortable.

" Yes yes yes...He's upstairs doing what he normally does best...You know that thing? What's it's it called? Ah yes, masterbating that's it. He's upstairs masterbating sweetie. " She gave a warm, humble smile as I, myself, choked on my own word and grabbed my sides and tried not to laugh.

" Mrs McConmara...I-I think you mean...Meditating. " I laughed and wiped my face clean of tears and calmed down. " He's upstairs meditating Mrs McConmara, it's what he has to do to get in a peaceful state. "