Fatal Decision

Birthday Bash, Time

Aftet the last few weeks of last minute crunching for test and studing to do well on exams, we get three days off before starting our next semester of school. It also happens to be Kloe's Birthday today I didn't do much but make her a small sculpture of a bear since it was her favorite animal.

"Its not just any bear, its my favorite its a polar bear!"
Thank you soooooooo very much, you make my day I'm so glad we are friends Revlon!"

Kloe squeezed me tight, to tight almost hard to catch my breath while she stabs her chin into my shoulder tight.

"Okay..okay..Kloe you can let go your squeezing me too tight!"

"Oh...sorry."

Kloe giggled amazed and staring at the miniature sculpture before setting it down in her top shelf in her locker to put on her coat bookbag hat and gloves then grabbing her sculpture.

Kloe had a smile on her face ear to ear. I smiled as I watched her amazed at something so simple to make...at least for me it was...

We got on the bus, as my smile quickly faded, I didn't look so much forward to the loud people standing and sitting talking to one another. The bus smelled of sweaty and dirty kids probably fresh out of gym class, others had some really bad strong smelling perfume that smelled of something you would normally smell off a granny walking into the store. It was all too much, plus the noise I really couldn't stand and it would give me some really bad headaches.

After stopping at five stops, ours was next, Kloe and I was both realieved after the first three stops most of the loud noisy kids left but some still remained with lingering smelly damp air. As soon as the bus comes to a stop Kloe jumped up from her seat and rush to get off the bus as I follower her.

After walking half way down the street you could see balloons hung around the house and her black mail box in front. Kloe was surprised, ecstatic and excited as she ran home, I took my time. It made me wonder why I couldn't remember who I was and why I only remember my name and age, I didn't even know my birthday... It kinda made me jealous she was loved, someone is always thinking of her, by her side, will do anything for her, make sure she's happy, and has a bright future...
But me...alone, no one's here, no one is making sure I'm happy, feed or even housed...I'm forgotten, left....trash...
Only hurtful lonely words filled my head.

I approached the house, I got onto the pourch as Kloe ran inside and at a quick glance before the door closed you could hear pumping music friends and family laughing and yelling, "surprise and happy 19th birthday sweetheart!"

My hand frozen before the touch of the door nob... I decided to wait outside on the pourch. It was Kloe's big day, as I could hear loud blasting music and Kloe's other friends and family laughing asking her a bunch of questions.
I set down my bookbag at the pourch and went for a walk, there was much on my mind but nothing at all. There was question after question of who I was, why I was left alone, what did I do? Who did this to me? Why can't I remember anything?

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Later before I knew it I ended up at a dead end corner at the end of some street and seen a park at the end of the other side. I walked over and took a sit on one of the lonely slightly covered in snow swinging swings from the wind blowing as hard as it was, but it wasn't moving the swing to much.

It was cold...

I thought about myself often when I'm around Kloe and her family often...I never really realized how alone, pitiful, and pathetic I must seem to look. Although Kloe and her family don't even know the truth about me, other then the same information I know I just had to fill in the blanks and remember the words and numbers I used.
According to Kloe and her family, my name is Revlon Vight I'm 18 years old and attend the same school and I'm in the same grade with kloe, this year we both are Junior's. My birthday is November 06, 1997 it was the obvious but easiest I guess to follow through and remember, I don't know why they just were, I guess. My parents...well I don't even remember if I had any, but I'm living now... So I must've had parents at some point in my life. I just told Kloe and her parents that mine were out of town this year and happen to be going through a divorce so since I was 18 I was at the legal age that I could just get up to walk out and that my parents just didn't care, they didn't stop me and let me go. I don't have any kind of insurance, I can't drive. So it was important for me to at least take care of my health so this whole thing won't bite me in the butt any time soon or in the future.

Everyday from when I wake up to when I fall asleep, was acting time. Sometimes I wonder how long can I keep up the charade?

I started to swing the swing, moving my legs the swing moves and gradually speeds up based on movement. Everything seemed close but impossibly far, where and how should I start investigating about myself? Or should I focus on just trying to remember? The wind blew just slightly but enough to move my hair. Everywhere looked liked a blank sheet of snow the sky a cloudy grey with tints of blue.

For a birthday the day looked pretty shady but maybe it was shady looking to me...
Kloe is having a great time, at least what I would think. I'm not there, I shouldn't be. I'm here...

I can't say how long I spent outside because I didn't even have a cell phone. So no cellphone. No time. No contact to me at all. Just silence. I closed my eye's and let the swing go as quiet cold air pull me under a nice silence escape it was like I was just floating with the wind. The cold didn't bother me too much even though my skin acted and looked bothered by it. I guess even my body was a good actor or that maybe I just didn't care if my hands were red from being so cold.

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I kept swinging, minutes turned to hours, I decided to slow down on the swing to be able to continue swinging lightly while keeping my hands in my pockets to keep them warm...

Eventually I caught a noise and heard soft piano music, and forgot about the day ahead and just sat there swinging slowly, softly listening to nothing but its soft keys yet high sound. Was this all in my head or was I really hearing this music?...

Nothing to me mattered anymore today, just today, being alone was fine, as the notes lifted me from where I was, I was caught in my own world, as a flash of the red rose and small white ribbon again pierced my head as tears fell from my face once again, but why...

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