Soul Bearer

Best friends

    I never was anyone important, I'm just-and always have been- just that weird, creepy dork that lived up the road. I hadn't had many friends, as I grew up I began to learn it was pointless to give any thought to having any, they'd all be gone at some point anyway. I just never saw a point. I was in the kitchen, making dinner with my Mother. Without my Father in her life she couldn't finish many things are her own. I decided to jump in to help, seeing as how my sisters were never kind enough to lend a hand out to my Mother, who struggled day by day to keep us all clothed and fed. 

I was at the counter in the kitchen, cutting apart chicken thighs that my Mother had decided would be good for dinner that night. I didn't mind, after all I loved the taste of it... and it was going to go rotten soon anyway, so what the hell? I'd been working with flour, growling each time some of it puffed into the air, making a cloud appear in my face and around my eyes and nose. I shook my head, wiping my hands onto my clothes to at least get some of it off of my hands, it was now sticking to my hands in clumps. Each time, it was just growing into a bigger, and more aggravating, thing to clean...

I stopped prepping when I had heard the phone going off, you know... the house phone. Mom was busy with the dishes, and I.. well I had to clean anyway, so I just went to answer it. 

 "Yeah?" I said, a joyful voice was on the other side. 

/"Hey! So I heard you're finally home!"/ he exclaimed, I smiled, although I couldn't lie. I felt some kind of aggravation to his tone, to the words 'you're home'.

"Frankie, I told you not to make it seem like a big deal. I just got released from the hospital that's all. Okay?" I responded. "I'm honestly shocked you waited like that for me to get home..." I muttered, he sighed. /"Look, I promised when we were younger I'd wait for you, so here I am! Anyway, I wanted to know if I could spend the night?"/ he asked, it was sudden. My eyes went wide, as they drifted towards the counter covered in food. "Uhh... yeah, sure." I responded. He gave a swift, 'whoo' before hanging up. I looked at the phone with a risen brow, sighing. "Still the same as ever huh..?" I mumbled.

If you desire to know.. I was admitted to a institution for things I would... 'see'. I'd been getting treatment there for over five years, until now where I had come home. The doctors assumed I was fine, and so, released me. "Who was that dear?" My mother asked, I looked to her. "Ah, it was Frankie. I didn't think he'd save the number, or remember me really..." I responded. 

"Oh Frankie! He's such a sweetheart... He's been helping me here ever since... you know Mikael." She responded. I rolled my eyes. "Yeah... I thought so. He loves you." I said, smiling. I actually felt relief knowing I still had at least one friend... 

"Well... I guess we could always use more food huh?" I said, as I walked over to the freezer. "I'll just pull out some more food real quick. This way we'll feed everyone." I stated, as I pulled out trays of chicken that were... still gonna be good for a while. My mother sighed. "Remind me to get more next week, sweetheart." She said, I nodded. "Kay, Mom."

~*~

I had finished up with frying the chicken. My mother, was already setting out the food on the table. It was just my turn now to put the chicken down with the other sides my mother made for the meal. I looked at my front door, feeling a small speck of disappointment start to fill me... Was he not going to show like he had wanted to? I looked down... a little sad, but later sighed as I picked up the heavy, glass tray and placed it down on the table. 

"Is Frankie on his way?" My Mother asked, "After all, he only lives up the street... he should have been here by now.." she said. I shrugged. "It doesn't matter, people play with me all the time. If he doesn't, he doesn't." I responded. She smiled at me, with a sad look to her face as well. "Awe, don't talk like that. I'm sure he's on his way right now." she explained. Just as she'd said that, there was a knock at the door.