Did you forget already?

Part 2

             I stepped up the rough rock steps to my house, it was a small blue house with a small closed in front porch and a large backyard. The house itself was a normal size, the kitchen and living room were attached with a small hallway that had three bedrooms and a bathroom.

It easily supported a small three person family like I had. Me, my mom and my brother. We also had a dog but she's a smol fluff and doesn't take up much space.

There are so many memories associated with this house, bonfires in the backyard, playing football in the front yard with my brother, helping my mom cook brownies the night before my birthday party.

I shook away the bubbly feeling of all my favorite memories and grabbed the door handle and-

It's locked.

Both my mother and my brother are home why is the door locked? I tried it again, still locked. I unzipped my bag and fishes around for my key, but a sudden click stopped me. I tried the handle and the door opened easily. Confused I walked through the door and into the living room.

"Hello...Mom, Danny?" I yelled. Hurried footsteps make their way up the hall as my mother emerges.
"Hey mom." I said cheerfully
"Hey max," she says with her usual sing songy voice. "I just made some lemon seasoned chicken if you want some."

I noticed the strong stinging scent of the lemon when I came in, my mouth immediately begins to water.
"Of course, your chicken is legendary mom." I respond. She beams as I hang up my bag and make my way to the kitchen. The smell is strong and reminds me of all the times when I was little and my mom would make this same lemon seasoned chicken.

I greedily make a plate and sit down at the table. A few moments later my mom joins me with her own plate.
"Where's Danny?" I ask in between mouthfuls.
"He's out with his friends by the football field again, I'm sure he'll be back soon." She says.

Danny isn't popular at school but he sure does have a lot of friends, he's out with them almost every day of the week except for when he has football practice. I always wondered how he got so many friends, why he was so good at it, and why wasn't it that easy for me? I never had any friends except for my brother and a girl who lives down the street but we don't talk much. I always figured I'd make friends in high school but here I am basically friendless.

I realize I've been drifting and redirect my attention to my mom, apparently she was saying something as I stuffed my face with more chicken.She gave me an odd look that reflected her irritation like a spotlight.
"Oh, sorry were you saying something?" I asked feeling guilty.
"Ah nothing important," she finally says. "I was just saying how aunt Chloe invited me to her wedding Wednesday"
"Oh cool." I say

We talk about the wedding for another ten minutes until we're both done eating. I washed my plate in the sink and retreated to my room. I take my shoes off and throw my shoes in the corner. I lay down on my bed and take out my iPod and gingerly browse through Instagram and post a picture I recently took of the river. 

I gaze out the window, it's still light out. I feel an urge to go outside and take a walk or do something, I've always hated the idea of sitting inside on a beautiful day. Usually me and my brother would go out and pass a football or he and his friends would invite me to a game of manhunt or something.

It feels oddly empty without them here. I feel a sliver of terror in my throat. Immediately sitting up I look around, I feel like I'm forgetting something. But what? Something feels wrong.

But I don't know why.

As if she sensed my freak out my mom enters my room.
"I'm going to watch The Walking Dead if you want to join me." She chirps
"Uh yeah sure, I'll be out in a second." I say. And with that she leaves, I sit there listening to her footsteps down the hall for a minute.

I shake off the weird feeling and just assume it's just me being jealous of my brother hanging with his friends without me.

I've always felt a little jealous of how much people liked him, and tired of how much they ignore me.

I shove my feet into my shoes and walk down the hallway Into the living room.
"I'm going to take a walk." I say to my mom. She looks up from the tv and smiles at me.
"Sure honey just watch for cars." I nod and grab my bag and walk out the door.

I'm going to find my brother.

They usually hang out either at the football field or under the bridge. I decide to check the baseball field first
"...football field..."
I correct myself.

I trudge down the side of the street towards the bridge I was at earlier, on the other side is the school and the football field. I catch myself angrily stomping and switch to a normal pace, why am I so angry? I'm not mad at my brother I just wanted to find them because I was bored.

It feels like I know exactly why I am mad but I can't remember. It's like when you start to cry after a long day but don't know why exactly. But instead of sadness it's terror mixed with anger. As I walk across the bridge and look into the raging waters.

And I remember.

The girl who stopped to see if I was ok, the girl who cared for a complete stranger, the girl who seemed so familiar. I feel a sharp headache begin to work it's way into the side of my head.

I quickly cross the bridge and immediately hear the shouts and laughter of my brothers friends.

I decide to push the thoughts back for now as I make my way towards the Highschool.