Don't walk alone. (Short story)

I woke up.

The dimmed light that entered by my bedroom window was enough for me to know that it was morning now and as usual I heard no sound but the one I was doing as I was getting up from my fetal position.

The squeaks in my bed made the house sound more empty that it already was, I never liked being alone but I really had no other choice, my parents work until late at night and my brother already went to college, he was a really good neurological surgeon. I wanted to be like him, smart, funny and with a good wealth.

I got up from my bed and went directly to the kitchen making my way through my pairs of shoes scattered in the ground, I hardly rubbed my eyes because of the harsh light entering through the sliding doors.

I got to the counter and took a sit on a stool,  supporting my elbows while sighing. I felt more alone than normal, more dull, more... dead.

Like a vegetable that it's been took out of it's roots, like a tree being cut down, like when you're just not in the mood for anything or anyone, that's how I feel today.

I lifted my gaze in front of me and there was a mirror, I saw my reflection in it, slow taking me in. My brown eyes, big eyelashes, entangled auburn hair, button nose, thin lips and colorless cheekbones. Blinking ever so slowly by the sleepiness I still had, there was a small note in the edge of the mirror, I got up from the stool with idleness and walked to it unsticking the yellow sticky note.

"Hello darling, we (your dad and I) went to a business trip to Maui for a little while, your brother Sean will be home for dinner so he'll take care of you at night. There's no food in the fridge, sorry dear but you'll have to go to the supermarket today. Lots of love, Mom. xoxo"

Maui? Yeah right, like I am going to buy that bull about a business trip in Maui. Besides, I don't need a babysitter, I mean I love my parents but sometimes they are just plain overprotective, just because I'm a fifteen year old girl, doesn't mean I'm stupid.

I returned to my room calmly, skipping again all of the scattered thing in the floor until I got to my closet. I picked up my favorite pair of light blue jeans and a cute yellow T-shirt to see if the color could maybe just boost my mood and give me some energy too.

Putting on my clothes while looking through my window, I could see a lot of things that nobody could usually see at the same time I could, like a cat jumping the electric fence while proving that it's not connected and currently not working with it's electrical matters, a father hugging his little daughter and kissing her goodbye, an old lady trying to sing soap opera while cooking her breakfast, a little boy playing with a red rubber ball accidentally hitting a car and making the alarm go off while running away.

Breaking off my gaze I took it as my queue to leave, grabbing a pair of white sneakers from the floor, I took my keys, the money my mom left me by the front door and went rushing through the door I ran to the garage and took my red bike off of it's stand, closed the garage and left pedaling.

On my way I watched the trees, I never really thought about all the beautiful things that surrounded me, how blue the sky was in the morning, the sound of the birds chirping happily and the sound of the wind passing through my ears. Beautiful things that I never really noticed.

I had a small moment of recognition and enjoyment of full happiness by myself, stopping when the traffic lights indicated me to I felt as if I was floating and sailing freely in the air with the velocity I was going, I felt invincible.

I got to the local market, called chubby bunny. I remember that the first time my mom took me here I laughed so hard until there were tears in my eyes, my mom shared my foolishness and laughed with me too until the car went silent and we entered to buy the things we needed, since then this has been my favorite market I think you could tell it's because of my feeling of nostalgia and I admit it is because of that.