Are you really there?

The Wiggles

Sorry for not posting lately. I appreciate (if thats how you spell it) people reading this. Umm... Sort of been in a slump lately cuz of life shit that yall probs don't want to read about

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Chapter 6:

Have you ever seen the Wiggles? I swear watching it I feel like I took some major drugs. "Nicolette. Why are you watching a show for 5 year olds?" My mom says questioning the T.V. with her eyebrows. I think she can do every expression with those. Me on the other hand couldn't move my eyebrows at all. There like dead worms. Except dead wroms could probably move more. "Will you stop staring at my eyebrows?" She hooks in her earings with a grin. "So.. The Wiggles.... huh. Should I start shopping at Baby's R us for you? You need to  tell me something... I gave you that talk right? Your what 15?" I roll my eyes. "Mom I haven't been 15 for two years. Are you going to work?" I mute the T.V. ignoring Willows glare. "I'll be out late tonight. Don't wait up. 17?Really? Wow. Wasn't expecting that." She looks at the T.V. and shakes her head again. I'm not sure if its out of curiosity or if she's wondering if I'm insane.  I'd think I was insane. "So work huh? Which one is it today?" My Mom has so many jobs i can't count. I probably could but my patience for that type of stuff is small. "Yes work. I'm going to the pub tonight. Oh and tomorrow I won't be home. I'm going out with a friend." Her friends are usually other people that work at the pub. I don't approve. I can't tell her that.  "I'll be hanging out with Sabrina tomorrow. So no worries." Willow jumps up and down on the couch at the idea of going to the park. My mom just nods. "When am I going to meet this Sabrina? You've been friends for how long and you still haven't introduced her." I laugh. My mom is not one to meet, if you know what I mean. She's not the most normal person in the world. But then again, neither am I.

She ends up leaving after she finds her keys. Most people think that wouldn't be a long time but with my mom it took her a half hour for her to notice they were in her pocket. the minute she closed the door I lit a cigarette. Inhaling the smoke was like heaven. People yell at me all the time for smoking but the way I see it, I should yell at them for breathing air. They need oxygen as much as I need nicotine. It's not the best relationship, me and nicotine, but its love all around. Popping open a Budweizer I grab my notebook. While Willow watches her drug influenced T.V. show I decided to see if i could write any interesting poems.

I need my heart I need my head

I need my body for it was once dead.

The waves course through me

breaking the keyhole, shaping the key.

It was once me.

No blood runs through my veins.

I don't feel your aches and pains,

For I am not as alive as I once was.

She runs and smiles,

That little girl that I once was..

Has gone through one to many trials.

I feel it pouring through my throat

It's painful and intoxicating

but fits like a coat.

Thats my old life in all these words,

But its gone far away

Because I was never heard.

Watching Willow I realized why I was around. The people I see and hear, that can't be seen by you, just want to be heard. But they were never heard.