I just have to get out.

Part 15

He kept that up the whole afternoon. The silence. Just lying on the sofa with his hands over his face. I tried to cheer him up and find out what was happening. But he wouldn’t tell me. This was saddening. So in the end, I left him in the front room and went to explore. Now, Luca’s house wasn’t confusing, but I didn’t know where every room was, apart from the kitchen, bathroom, Luca’s room and the front room. So I thought it was time to do a bit of exploring.

I started with upstairs because I wanted also to be nosy on what Ethan and Sappy were doing. Lola hadn’t turned up yet so there was still time to explore. I heard mutterings coming from Ethan’s room and I couldn’t help but be nosy and listen in. They were talking about me. Surprise, Surprise.

“So, when we were in the Shopping centre, being faced by those idiots from school, she lashed out. It was like it wasn’t even her…” Sappy sounded angry and worried at the same time. Is that even possible for her? Normally, she sounds one emotion for me. But now, it was like I was a liability. I felt like storming through the door, but I wanted to hear Ethans reply.

“Come on, She wouldn’t do that. Have you seen what she came out like? I mean, she’s a freakin’ jumpy person. For her to do that wouldn’t be right”, Wow... Ethan standing up for me? This is a new thing. But this didn’t do anything to Sappy’s moods. Shame.  I wonder what would bring her out of this mood. I’ll have to call up to her later about something awesome.

I snuck away from the doorway, hoping not to make a sound and not be detected. Otherwise I could be in a whole lot of trouble with Sappy. Ethan wouldn’t care, he’d just eye me up again like last time. I pushed open the door to Luca’s room and sat gingerly on the edge of his bed. His room was spotless, well apart from the odd sock here and there lying on the floor but that was to be forgiven. My room was worse than Luca’s and that’s just predictable seeing as I used to just fling my clothing and even school books all over the place.

I gingerly sat on the edge of his bed, making sure that I didn’t move or touch anything apart from his bed. I felt bad from him. His dad was giving him trouble as it was and I guess I hadn’t helped. I wanted to rewind time and go back to before everything happened. It’s like I went from the top of the list to the bottom. Top of the sane people to the bottom of the insane people. Even people in the street, who didn’t even know me, gave me weird looks.

I sighed, laying back, giving in to the temptation of laying on a pristine-kept bed. Closing my eyes, I let my mind wander, in out of different memories. I guessed I soon fell asleep, because my mind took me back to That. I tried to resist, but it was my mind doing what it wanted. My dream was going to become my nightmare.