Some Short Story

'Apt. 48'

She's a foul beast but no one can see through the thick fog she's placed on their eyes. I placed myself in my room which smelt like coconut, from the cookies I had baked earlier. I could hear the clamor of relatives and family, shrieking laughs and squealing responses as they all tripped over each other with so called happiness downstairs, over my music, which I was desperately trying to block them out with. I heard my mother, the only thing Satan fears, call everyone together. Her scratchy, undignified voice filled the room with bellowing broadness. I spun the dial on my ancient amplifying system up, because anything was better than listening to her speak, waiting for my ears to bleed. I looked at the shining, leather suitcases at the foot of my bed, waiting patiently to be unpacked. My boarding school pass was still hanging on the side, swaying delicately with every little wisp of wind that was carried in from my open window. I peered outside into the bright morning light, and stood, striding over to the ivory colored windowsill. Even though I rest on the second story of my house, it still looks as if it is a thousand feet below. I sighed heavily and breathed in the fresh air. Still listening to the shrill voices of my 'family', I decide it's time to leave. I unpack my smallest case from boarding school, and fill it again, but with every clean necessity I can fit. I throw it out the window and barley hear the chilling thud. Next, I grab my satchel, woven with an elastic type cord. I fill it with the money I have, the last few small things I need. I look around my pale colored, dark, clean room. Here we go again I think as I slip down the side of my house, fingers burning.

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I can already hear my mother huffing and bobbing her head as her blood stained, calloused hands open the door to my prison. I walk the streets, lined with plants. Ah, Virginia, you never manage to disappoint. Pulling the slip of paper from the back pocket of my kaki pants, I stop and stare at it for a while, memorizing the address. Staring more, I recall him, his... features. I shake my head vigorously and walk, Passing building after street stand after park. If he doesn't keep him promise, I could slip into the trees and sleep up there. With the stars. I look into the horizon, dusk settling upon the city. It's a wonderful feast for my eyes. I have to step up my pace, before it gets too dark.

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Jogging up to the multi apartment building with what looks like auburn and clay brown bricks. I look at the beat down dark colored wood door and ripped apart calling buttons. I press the one with the faded neon green number 48. The button is chipped and a piece falls away as I let go, and press it again. The other line screeches at me with feedback

"Who are you?" He said with a certain harshness in his voice, as though I'd just woken him from a nap.
I paused, a few seconds to long. "Finn?"
He seemed to recognize me immediately, despite the feedback.
"..." I heard him breathing heavily on the other side of the line.
"Come in."
I took my finger off the button and shuffled my feet on the steps. He stepped out. His hair was the same color as the bricks on the building. His eyes were piercing blue. I walked closer to him and he took my hand, leading me up to his apartment.

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"So..." he patronizingly said.
"So?"
"Why are you here? Not that I'm against this. But I told you only to  use this address in emergencies." He bluntly stated.
"My mother is back in the house." I  half sobbed half whispered, which must have made me fairly hard to hear.
Finn just stared at me with shock. "I thought your father.. I thought he took C-" 
"She killed him too, Finn. She won't stop. She killed the nana too. She won't- she doesn't-". I started to choke, falling into his soft embrace.

I sat there, crying myself to sleep. At least I knew he was close.

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Three years later

  Mother was sent to jail. Finn and I are trying to find a state we both agree on where our marriage type is legal, so we can move there. I  finished my collage courses early and am looking for a job. I mastered in technology. Yes. I know it's a wide range of material to study. Most important part, my mother went to jail. She doesn't deserve something as minor as solitary confinement (She murdered two of the head guards and the headmaster of the institute). Oh and Finn. He's the most important part of my life now. We have been dating for two and a half years. He proposed. Just yesterday.

So mom, when you hear my story, maybe you'll get why I left you, you can call. I... wish you could come to the wedding. But I still don't love you.

~ Evan Uniden

Hey so this is for March, hope y'all enjoyed. See you next month!  ( sorry this one was a pretty sh_tty one too...)