I sat in my room with the door locked, crying. I didn't know what to think. How could she do this to me? Wasn't making me her slave enough to make her happy? Now she has to take away everything that means anything to me. Wow, why am I not surprised?
I got up too quickly, making myself dizzy. I held onto the side of mine and my sister's dresser, while the blackness faded from my vision. I know what I need to do, now that I can think straight. I put on my tennis shoes and go to the window. There, I unlock the window, making sure to make limited noise, and jump out and onto the roof. I close the window behind me and rush to the edge of the roof.
There, I nearly throw myself onto my stomach, trying to hurry myself up. I jump the remaining 10 feet to the ground, landing with an "OOMPHF" that never gets old. As soon as I land, I am careful getting up, now wanting to be seen by mum through the kitchen window, which is right above my head. I can see her cooking, swinging her hips to some unknown music.
I duck underneath of the window and sprint through my backyard and onto the road behind my small house, which is surrounded by woods. I take a left and head towards Nate's house. Nate's my best friend, he would know how to help. After an easy two mile sprint, I end up at a log cabin in the middle of the woods and immediately head towards the back door behind the house. It's maybe four feet above my reach and has a small balcony coming away, but it's still an easy jump.
As soon as I get over the railing of the balcony, I take a key out from underneath of the "Wrong Door" mat. Yeah, everyone has some sense of humor. I unlocked the door, and opened it slowly, peeking my head inside of Nate's room.
Nate is sitting on his bead, headset on, eyes glued to the TV on the other side of his room. I walk in farther, taking off my tennis shoes, and grabbed an X-box controller from underneath of the TV stand. I'm sure that he's noticed me at this point, especially since I'm standing in his direct line of sight, but he still doesn't give any recognition of his knowingness.
That's how we are. Nate knows so much about me that he doesn't even have to give recognition of my presence to know exactly what I'm feeling.
I jumped on his bed, sitting right next to him and began playing Call Of Duty: World At War (Nazi Zombies). For three hours. Without a single word to be said between the two of us. And it was calming. Yeah, cuz nothing calms a teenage girl more than killing zombies with her best friend, I thought.
