As we pulled the car to a stop on the side of the road I climbed out of the car before it was brought to a full stop. I pranced up the over grown front lawn to the crumbling concrete steps. I barged into the house without knocking. There was a pack of Seneca's laying on the couch so I used my bony fingers to snag one out. I pulled a lighter out of my pocket and lit the cancerous stick as Kane walked through the door. He snatched it from me to take a drag then paced it in between my chapped lips.
A shoe came flying from the living room into the kitchen as I heard Gee yelling, "Jenni Clementine! Where are my cancer sticks?!" I smirked as I snuck another out of the pack and slipped it into my wallet. I'm only borrowing it. I'll give her another one back. As soon as I buy a pack. I always do this to Gee. I steal her smokes and sneak some back to her.
Kane put his hands on my hips and pulled me back to him as I inhaled the fantastic smoke. As Gee came walking into the kitchen I was finishing the centimeter of tobacco before I ended up smoking the cottony filter. I pinched the burning stick between my fingers to snuff it out and tossed it into the garbage.
"Get a room you two. And Hannah Leann where the fuck were you?" I was handed a cup of coffee while being scolded. "I tried texting you and Jenni was worried about you! She was scared you fainted or died or some random bullshit she over worries about. You know her. That scraggly blonde is the walking deffinition of a fatalist and looks slightly homeless."
"Well she lives like she's homeless." My hands rushed to speak for me. That's normally how I communicated lately. Sign language. I just stopped talking after mom died. I started signing and everyone who truly loved me learned it. So, Kane, Jenni Clementine and Gee.
"You act like you and your drugged up brother live any better."
I glared at her as Kane rushed to say "Well, she's moving in with me soon."
Gee scoffed, "The two love birds are finally gonna move in together? She's gonna move twenty minutes away just for you?"
I glared at her for a moment before signing, "What's making you so bitchy today? I was joking anyway. And, yes, me and Kane are going to live together. Don't bring my addict brother into ths either. It's not my fault he lost himself in his life.he was always kind of messed up. Stop bringing him up whenever you're pissed off. It's not my fault you're stuck in this shithole with your psycho mom." I was finishing up when her mom came in the door and waltzed into the kitchen.
"Angel Heart get your little friends out of the house. Now." Gee scoffed when her mom used her real name. Then, she started up the stairs to get Jenni. I trailed behind her , dragging Kane along behind me, up the stairs and into her bedroom. "Jenni, get your shit and let's gp. My mom is back and wants us out."
Jenni sat up in a daze. She was half asleep in Gee's ragged orange chair that had plenty of inside jokes and signatures on the browning ripped fabric. See, Angel was only reffered to as Gee by us. She was an angsty teen no matter how many times she refused it. She had the punk-without-a-cause look down like it was her life. Well... it was her life. She never changed. She always kinda had that grungy look. As long as I've known her. Her room perfectly matched this too. She has white walls and a brown carpet that were stained with paint and had charcoal smeared on them. Her poarange chair was a misfit that stared with a lonely glare at her bed. Everything about Gee seemed a little off and broken down. Then again, that's what made her so strong. Her shoulder length shaggy black hair that always seemed to hide her narrow hazel eyes that seemed so hollow. Her body was lean and it always seemed like a slightly awkward ballerina when she walked.
Now, Jenni was a different story. She was the flower child. She observes and consoles. The middle child of her family and the beauty too. Blonde hair and blue eyes with a lanky, petite figure made her almost perfect. But her blue eyes were deeper than the ocean and hide every one of our secrets.Even though seemingly perfect Jenni was, well... perfect, she always seemed to have her hair in a stringy mop like mess that was drooping in her face at every hour of the day.
Then there was me. At one point I was brighter than the sun and couldn't be shut up. That's when the girls and I met. Then Kane. And now here I am. I rarely talk anymore. I can't stand being around people anymore either. Anxiety is overwhelming. Depressions swallows me like the ocean current. I feel like I'm walking up a river and people are walking along the banks next to me. They won't even lend me a hand and pull me up. Then the current drags me down again. I shrank since my mom died. I literally just stopped talking and eating and now here I am. Short and twig like. It's not how I used to be. I was chubby and happy. Now I just truly don't give a fuck what happens.
