Unlucky Soul

Chapter two

Soft.

So fluffy, and soft like a bunny's baby blanket.

I wiggle my toes deeper into blue bulls-eye carpet in the center of my new room.

I forgot how quality carpet- and well a lot of things- felt like. Two years in hell disguised as a foster home can do a number on you.

I lay down on my bed, sinking slightly as I feel the covers and blankets wrapping around me, pulling me in. 

I can't lay here forever  I think to myself.

But i want to. I want to so very bad. I want to lie here forever, and let this bed wash away the pain of everything that happened, wipe away all the bad memories. The memories of the back breaking work, the punishments, Miss Clarion, and most of all the blood. 

So much blood.

I wish this bed could take it all away. I wish this even though I know it's not possible. Wishes only get you so far.

I begin to put away some of my things. Hang up clothes, put away books, put up knick knacks and pictures, and posters. Really making the place feel like home.

I put a picture of my mom and I at a pool when I was 10. Her hair was wet and her flawless face was giving an award winning smile towards the photographer, which was probably my dad. 

She was wearing a fiery red two piece, whereas I was sporting a butterfly patterned one piece. in the background you could see the huge green swirly water slide, and the bean shaped adult pool.

My eyes begin to feel warm. I remember this day. We went to Wisconsin Dells for my birthday, and dad wore the little floaty things with my because I couldn't swim very well.

I turn the picture over and wipe my eyes before any real damage to my broken soul, and bring back the memories of my dreadful past. I look at my wall clock, it reads 7:30, and I am supposed to be down for dinner by 8. 

 I grab my towel and robe and head for the bathroom.

I take a hot shower, comb out my hair, (which takes about forever, on account of that me and my hair don't get along) dry off, moisturize, and put on a plain white shirt with fringe at the edges, and a pair of electric blue pants, (in honor of my new room design) and head downstairs. I wonder if aunt Kate will get my outfit.

A mixture of sweet, savory, salty, and spicy smells fill the air as I enter the kitchen. I look around and see aunt Kate, bending to retrieve something from the oven. 

"Well hey there kiddo," she says when she spots me. Waving the item in her hand she exclaims "come on in, I have pie!"

Oh boy I think, managing a fake smile at aunt Kate, this is going to be interesting.

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"So how are you adjusting to this great state of Iowa so far?" aunt Kate asks through a mouthful of lasagna.

"Haven't had much time to adjust" I say, taking another bite of my green beans.

"Oh, um right," she stuffs more food in her mouth, chews and swallows (you truly dirty people's minds were at work) "More pie?" she asks after a bit.

I shake my head. "No thanks".  She nods, a look of sadness not very well covered by her smile. 

I continue poking at my food, keeping my head down as we sit in silence. Not very awkward, but not very comfortable either. I am relieved when aunt Kate speaks.

"Listen kiddo I know that things haven't gone too well in the past, but I promise things will get better now that you're here. You just have to give this place a chance"

I look up and see the face of my aunt, old and sad, looking back at me. Her big brown eyes glistened with tears. I can't bear to look at her any longer, she looks to much like my mother, so I look down at my plate, and shovel shrimp into my mouth.

"I signed you up for school first thing next week, perfect timing too" she gives a small chuckle. 

I can't take this much longer, I want to get up and leave, go back to my room and bed and stay there forever.

But I can't. So I stay. 

"You know, I can't imagine that you won't absolutely love it here," aunt Kate says, "the people, the places. Your mother-" her voice breaks off, and I cringe. 

"Your mother," aunt Kate continues, "would have loved this place too" I nod and take a bite of my food. Poke, take a bite, chew, swallow, and repeat.(you truly dirty people's minds were at work) I do this process again and again, until aunt Kate says "Hey Mary-Katherine it's getting kind of late, maybe you should head to sleep"

I look up at her. "Want me to help clean up?" I ask. Aunt Kate shakes her head. "I'll take care of everything here" 

I nod and add, "I go by MK now"

"Oh ok, MK, I like that, catchy" 

 I give a slight chuckle and smile slightly as I head upstairs. I take a quick shower, brush my teeth, put on an old t-shirt and PJ pants, crawl into bed and fall into a restless sleep.

Hey guys, how was this chapter? It was a bit shorter that the last one. Feel free to speak in the comments and make sure to vote if you liked it! And please follow me, but only if you want to. So sorry for the late update, I'll try updating once or twice every week. Thanks for reading, and see y'all next chapter!