Poison

One Fight, Two Fights And A Nap Right After

Shane

I'm so stupid to try and tell her what she needs. She's emotional and obviously doesn't believe me. Great, just great. She, she was just so broken. I could feel it in her words. When she sung those words. Every note, every word was so beautiful and full of soul, or whatever's left of it.

I wanted to take away the pain. To sing her the words she cried to hear. She is not lost. I'm here and I dearly want to help.

Don't you think you should tell her idiot? She technically ran home because of you. Give her the excuse about the baby who btw, is crying ferociously.

"Okay Angel. Let's go see mama," I say to the electronic doll. It may be technology but feels and sounds too real. The bell signaling break's end sounds out and I walk out of the school going for one place only: Arielle's house. Wait, where does she live though? Time to ask Bella. That girl knows where everyone lives. That's probably really creepy... Oh well.

Hey Bella. Can you tell me where Arielle Carter lives?

Okay? Why tho? Do you I know her? 

No. I'll explain later. I need to talk to her.

Okay... 142 Shelby Street, Butterfly Street

Thanks Bel :-)

I get into my car and drive to her house. I just hope she'll actually talk to me.

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"There it is. Finally. I can get you to sleep. Gosh, who knew this baby business was so hard?" I say to myself while sitting in the car.

I walk up to the door and press the doorbell. A woman's voice comes through, an older woman I presume. Probably her mother. "Hello?"

"Oh, um, yeah. I came to visit Arielle. We have a project to do together."

"Well sorry dear. She isn't home. She's supposed to be at school and so are you if I'm not mistaken." She replied. A second later, a car pulls up to their driveway and I turn to see Arielle climbing out of the blue Chevrolet Silverado SS. Another second later, the woman from before opens the front door.

"Arielle? What are you doing here so early? And who is this boy? Don't tell me you just came home to fornicate in my house!" Her mother almost shouts at her while flailing her arms around wildly.

"No! No Aunty! He's just a class mate taking the same complementary subject as me. I need to go to my room. I don't feel so good," she said rather quietly. She kept on rubbing her forearms like she was itching. She pushes past both her mother, correction her Aunt, and I and rushes up the stairs hastily. I look at her Aunt and she looks at me.

"She'll probably be down in a minute. Come on and make yourself at home." She offers politely and ushers me inside.

The next few minutes are awkward as I have nothing to say to her aunt. I wait a while until my curiosity paired with the awkwardness in the room try to suffocate me. Her aunt seems not to notice how uncomfortable I am here.

"Could I talk to her? She seems a little, I don't know, off," I walk around the kitchen island to say to her aunt.

"No don't worry. She's always like that. She'll get over whatever it is she's going through," she waves her hand dismissively and continues, "If you do want to see her, go ahead." Her phone interrupts our conversation and she waves me off in the direction of Arielle's room. I stumble up the stairs with the doll in my hands and walk up to the room right at the end of the hall. I knock on the door a few times and wait for her to say something.