The Unknown Behind My Walls

My Own Scream

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I opened the door to my old house. Immediately, I felt safe. The same old smell, the same old look, the same old memories that emit from the door. I step inside and look around. Nothing seems too different. Our table is still where we left it, there are only a few papers that seem out of place but Maple might've taken them last minute, minus the few on the wooden floor. I don't shut the door behind me, there is a thought in the back of my mind that says "danger. There is danger here." All year that I've been living here and I've never once not felt safe, until these stupid holes start showing up. I walk in, towards Mikes bedroom door. I don't open it. There are scratches all over the bottom that were definitely not there before. Whatever animal is in here is definitely not safe yet, I continue moving. I turn towards the stairs leading to my room. Slowly, I creep up them.

With each step I take, I am growing more anxious. I long to see what's behind my door. What's happened to my bedroom? As I near the landing at the front of my door, I become afraid. I take the last step up until I'm face to face with my bedroom door. Two holes. One that cuts. One that spies. I inhale deeply and give a stout exhale. My hand is about to reach for the gold-painted doorknob when, Boom. A loud pounding noise comes from inside the bedroom. Scratches follow. Then, it comes. The ear piercing, blood curdling scream. So high pitched, I'm surprised my ears weren't bleeding, or were they? I had no idea. All of my senses went numb I couldn't feel anything. I turned and attempted to run down the stairs but my attempt was lousy and I slid. I fell down all 15 steps and landed on the warm wood floor. I felt something hot against my shoulder. I was bleeding. Shit. I scrambled up and back to the closed front door. I aggressively turned the doorknob and I ran outside. I continued running, and did not stop until I got to Georgettes, but the screaming didn't stop either. I couldn't get it out of my mind. It wasn't that the scream startled me, what startled me most was, it was my own scream.

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At dinner, I am quiet about my events after school, and in general. I do not want to seem nervous. Mike will see right through me if Maple or dad don't. I can't lie. I've never been good at it, but for someone who isn't good at lying, I do it a lot.
"So Casey" my dads voice breaks my thought and I smile back at him.
"Yes dad?" Ugh. My voice is so high pitched. Is it always like that, or just when I'm hiding something?
"Your assistant principal called today."
"Oh?" I was brought to the office today. I totally forgot. Fuck you Halley Mason.
"Yes well, she told me that you might've been bad mouthing another student."
I roll my eyes and grunt. I knew he wanted me to confess before he had to tell me what I did.
"Dad! You should've seen what she did! What she always does!" I was begging.
"He told me that she was innocently standing outside the school yard with her friends and you came up to her, looking for trouble she put it."
"Dad that's what she did! She always picks on me dad! She is a bitch!" I am standing now, clutching my fists and yelling.
"Dad. Seriously. I see it all the time. I help when I can, I've had to deal with this girl before" Mike interferes. "Because you weren't here to help. You weren't here to see it." He finishes and I see where he was going.
"You haven't been here to do jack shit about anything she does and the one time someone blames it on me you're arguing with me about it."
I turn and run up the staircase and Mike quickly follows. I'm sure dad and Maple are sitting there, their thoughts stirring about what just happened but, I spoke my mind and the truth.

I get to my door and I attempt to slam it shut behind me, but Mike catches the door. I kick my boots off and chuck them next to him by my suitcase, still mostly unpacked. Mike makes his way over, avoiding being hit with a boot and sits down next to me.
"Why didn't you tell me she started again?" His tone is genuinely concerned.
"We weren't exactly on the best of terms at the time."
He turns to me and rolls his eyes.
"That's not the least bit of an excuse. I'm still here for you C, I'm your brother." I know he's right, but I just have too much going on and Halley was the least of my concerns at the time. He leans forward and embraces me. I hug him back and clutch his shirt with my fists. "I miss you. I hate all of this. I don't want any of this to be happening." I fell a few tears pool up in my eyes.
"Hey, hey. It's okay. It's all going to be okay. We will get our house back and I'll beat the shit out of that bitch and it'll all be over with." I nod my head against his shoulder and he lets me go. I wipe whatever tears had escaped away and steady my breathing.
"I'm going to go to bed."
"No Casey, you're not. You've been sleeping too much lately. We are going to go do something. Come on, let's go." He hits me on the knee and gets up, clearly eager to leave.
"Alright.." I groan. I get up and put my boots on. Quickly, we run downstairs hoping to see as little of dad and Maple as possible. They are still sitting at the dinner table.
"Be out. Home by 9:00." Mike calls to them, and drags me out the door without even looking behind him.

Mike and I walk in silence for maybe 20 minutes. Both of us needed to get our thoughts together. After what seemed like an eternity, we soon arrived at what looked to be a parking lot. Things were growing out of the cracks in the pavement and in some places the tar was broken off. Pieces scattered throughout the area. Mike walked me through the parking lot over to a rusty, broken down van. The windshield was shattered and a tire was missing. The others were flat. When we got closer to the van, I realized there were people inside of it. I screamed and fell backwards, startled by their appearance. I heard the ruckus of their laughter and Mike chuckled as he helped me up. Sliding open the door, I was hit with a strong bitter smoke that stung my eyes and nose. Through the fog, I could see bright orange circles of light in front of each boys face. Sure enough Mike brought me with him to a smoke spot. Mike probably doesn't realize I am against smoking. The smell makes me ache. Mom used to smoke and that's what her surgery gone wrong was for. Mike knows that. I climb in the van after Mike and take a seat on the ripped up floor. The roof of the car was ripped as well and the seats were all gone. It was just an empty capsule. Mike almost instantly lights one for himself and another for me. Uneasily I take the tube of death and hold it between my fingers. I sit there and attempt to act natural so that nobody makes it a big deal that I won't take a drag off of mine. They start to tell stupid jokes and Mike is acting just like them. They're all dumb and clearly high from what I'm assuming is Marijuana, considering there was something the boys had pushed behind them when we came up to the van. I could still see it.

I can't say the night was all bad. We stayed long after dark and eventually, the jokes got funnier. It amuses me to see how foolish people acted when under the influence. They were all bubbly and at least Mike and I had ourselves under control. Walking home, I realized I didn't know any of the boys names. Oh well. Apparently that's not necessary.

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