Violent Flaws and Gentle Imperfections

FOUR

Xander

I don't know what to think. I don't know how to feel. Two of my best friends are dead. Two of the only people who cared what I had to say or how I felt are now gone. All because of me. Felix's family was like my own. They'd done nothing but care for me. And to thank them I killed their only son. What kind of person am I? Mile's little brother looked up to me. What kind of role model kills their best friend? Not to mention the two random ass girls that I hadn't even known two hours beforehand. I stole two lives out from under the feet of their families before I could even ask if I may take their jackets to the coatroom.

I am a robber. Never before had I committed a felony. Now I have blood on my hands and four dead lives haunting my conscience. How does one live with themselves, knowing they just killed a person, let alone four? There is no way to return breaths not taken or words unsaid. So maybe I'll just stay silent.

At 3pm, my foster family comes in to visit me. I don't know why they even bother. I think they'd be happier if I had died along with everyone else in the crash.

Elizabeth enters with her nose in the air, attempting to give off an air of elegance and make people think she is above them. If you ask me, it looks like she's definitely giving off an air, and it's definitely not elegance she's smelling. Little Charlotte bounces in behind her, a little tutu flouncing about on her hips and a careless smile splitting her face in two that neither befits the setting nor the situation at hand. Frederick trails in behind her, his expression cold and flat. 

"Well it's good to see you're all in one piece." Elizabeth practically sneers.

"Awh shucks, Liz, that's probably the nicest thing you've ever said to me. I'd say the same except you've been missing pieces of your nose and mid section for some years now after the surgery."

My foster mother ignores this. Instead she just adjusts the way her perfectly pleated skirt falls and says, "Officer Clyde told us everything. You should be thankful you're alive."

"Are you even? Thankful I mean." I retort.

"I am I am," Charlotte cheers. "I'm thankful you're alive." Elizabeth and Frederick don't bite.

"Thanks Lottie." I wink and smile affectionately at her.

"Your mother-"

"Liz." I interrupt.

"And I," Frederick continues as if I hadn't even breathed loudly. "Have decided to send you away. Starting next Monday, instead of attending Springfield Central, you'll be attending Kentwood Heights; a boarding school."

"What the fuck? You guys are sending me to boarding school? Where the fuck even is Kentwood Heights?" 

"Watch your language, Xander," Frederick booms. "Especially in front of your sister."

"Foster sister," Lottie whimpers at this; she looks up to me as a real brother and hates when I don't consider her as a real sister. "You guys aren't even my real parents. None of you are my real family. You can't do this to me. I won't go. There's no way in hell that you can make me."

"Actually we can. We are your licensed guardians. It's either this, or Officer Clyde says this will go on your record under an MIP, you will be charged a $500 fine that you will have to pay off yourself, 12 hours of community service, and 12 months of probation." Frederick's voice is firm and unyielding.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WHY THE FUCK WOULD I AGREE TO EITHER OF THOSE OPTIONS?" I boom, causing a swelling pain due to my broken ribs. It's a good thing the door is closed. As far as I'm concerned, this is a double edged sword and I can't win either way.