Her

Celia's Fall (Pre)

I raced down the stairs as fast as I could. On the way down the stairs I started to slide down the newly polished wood. We had been cleaning while packing so that we could get a higher price on our house. I had swept, mopped, and polished the stairs earlier that morning. I had completely forgotten that I had to be really careful. As I was sliding, I felt a sharp pain in my ankle. Owwwww I yelled out loud. After what felt like minutes but was probably only a few seconds, I finally reached the bottom of the staircase. I crawled the rest of the way to the kitchen because I was afraid that if I stood up then I would hurt my ankle even more. It felt as though it was pulsing and it was aching. I finally made it to the kitchen and I saw my mother on top of the counter and little pieces of glass gleaming in the bright light hanging above the island. 

"Mom, are you ok?" I asked. 

"Y-Y-yes." She answered pointing to the ground. I had to stand to see what was there. I used the island to pull myself up to see it trying to stay off of my foot. In the midst of all of the broken glass was a big daddy long leg. My mother hated spiders so I could see why she jumped onto the counter. Using the island to guide me, I slowly hopped my way to the other side of the island. I carefully bent over the glass and grabbed one of its legs. I hopped the extra jump to the small window above the sink and took the screen off. Then I put it right on the side of the siding of the house. Last I just put the screen back on so it couldn't make it back into the house. 

"What did you drop?" I asked her as she jumped off of the counter to go get the broom.

"Just some cups. It's all better now. Thank you darling. Oh yea and what happened to your leg?"She asked me as she looked down to start pushing all of the pieces into a small pile.

"Didn't you hear me fall down the stairs? I think I just twisted my ankle."

"No, I didn't hear you. My heart was pounding in my ears. You should go and sit down so you don't hurt it worse. I'll get you some ice, water, and ibuprofen as soon as I am done sweeping up the glass."

"Ok mom." I decided I wanted to sit on one of the kitchen chairs so that I could keep mom company. As soon as I sat down I heard the doorbell ring. My mom set the broom against the cupboard and rushed to the foyer to answer the door. The whole while I was really hoping that it wasn't Johansson. I had been in my room all afternoon and in between packing up my stuff and talking to Silva, one of my other good friends, I was brainstorming speeches of how I could let him down and tell him that I was moving. I hadn't thought of a single thing acceptable enough to tell him. I heard the living room doors shut and then the front door open and close. I strained my ears trying to hear who was here but it was no use because my mother had shut the kitchen door. I finally heard footsteps coming back to the kitchen but it sounded like two people. Then the door opened slowly and I saw my mom and Johansson.

"Hey Johansson." I said to him.

"Hey Celia. I think we need to talk," He said. I studied his face for what felt like a long time. I studied his short dirty blonde hair and his icy blue gray eyes. I studied his high cheek bones and his rounded chin. I also saw that his eyes looked like he had been crying. 

"Ok. I have a lot to tell you." I answered.