I watched as she walked through the front door. Her head down with her brunette locks hiding her face. I leaned my head against the lockers behind me as I watched her scurry down the hallway trying to avoid everyone.
"Justin? Where you even listening to me?" Rose asked. For a second I forgot she was there.
"Ya, sorry" I said. "What did you say again?" I pulled my backpack over my shoulder and stared behind Rose trying to see if she was gone.
"Hey. How about you come over to my place tonight?" She asked dragging her long manicured nail across my chest. I've always wondered how she could write with those.
"You seem to have a lot on your mind, plus my parents are out of town" she smirked.
"I'll swing by at six" I told her but I was most likely not going to show up cause I've got better things to do then sleep around with Rose. I mean don't get me wrong, Rose is a good fuck but there were no feelings involved and sometimes it gets boring. She has her own problems that were similar to my own but mine were surely worse.
"That's fine by me, I'll see you around" She said and kissed my cheek then walked off to class. I took a good twenty seconds deciding whether to not go to class but I decided against it because unlike most of the people in this hell. I wanna graduate and get out of this place as soon as possible.
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I waited by the bus stop trying to figure out where to go. I wasn't going home cause i didn't want to face my hungover mother crying and mourning over my father and brother that would never come back into my life. She would tell me it's all my fault, I'm the reason he's gone and never coming back.
It's total bullshit. Everyone and everything is pure bullshit to me. I wish I could've gone with them.
I reach into my sweater pocket and pull out a half empty packet of Marlboro cigarettes and a silver zippo lighter. I admired the packaging of the cigarettes. I pull on in my mouth and lit it. I knew that cigarettes were harmful but I really could care less. Maybe I could go to Jason's. Jason's door was always open to everyone but you'll only find druggies, runaway's or people that have too much time on their hands there. I was none off those but right now I would go anywhere but home.
There were less people than usual at Jason's today. The few people in here were playing pool, sleeping on the floor or couch, getting high or drunk until nothing made sense. My vision was a bit hazy from all the smoke in the air and the only thing that I could see bright and clear was a LED sign that read out "Party On". I guess I'll just have to stay here until I think my mom is asleep.
I grab a seat on an empty couch and stare at the brick wall. I've been doing that for the past five or something hours. I didn't notice anything else besides the empty brick wall, i blurred out everything around me and just focused on the wall. It was so empty and ruined. Old chewed up gum pieces were stuck on it along with a carvings of names and messages along the corners. I guess it wasn't that empty but I needed a painting or two.
I pull my phone out of my pocket and read the time, eight o'clock. I get up and make my way out of the house. My eyes readjust to the light outside and I start making my way home. It was slightly chilly but my hoodie was good enough to keep me warm.
I looked up at the sky and I could see the moon hidden behind a few pine trees that were casting a shadow onto the street. I loved walking alone at night. It might be really dangerous but it calmed me. Let me think to myself, peacefully.
I walked into my quiet small little house making sure not to create a single noise even though my mom is a pretty heavy sleeper. I wasn't afraid of my mom but I don't need her bullshit. I successfully make it up to my room, the window was cracked open and my night lamp was left on. I strip out of my clothes as and slip into bed slowly. I looked around my room but there was nothing to look at. There were no posters or any type of decoration on my walls, i just stared at the plain white empty walls. I looked out the window and saw the same thing I saw every night, nothing. The sky was pitch black, there wasn't even a star I could see due to the light pollution.
I closed my eyes for a few minutes but I couldn't sleep. I didn't feel sleepy at all. Yet another restless night. I get up from my bed and carefully walk over to my closet. I open it and reach up at the top shelf and pulled out a worn out photo album. I hold it close to my chest and sat down near my window. I trace my finger over the faded writing on the cover.
"Memories" I breath out.
I open it up and look at the first photo. Me, mom, dad, and Harrison. We all looked so happy. The ocean was behind us and I remember that my father had politely asked a stranger walking past us to take our photo. I remember begging my mom to hold Harrison and she finally gave in.
Harrison brought a bit of light into my life and now he's gone, and he took that light with him.
