It Started with a Punch

Having Faith

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Listen to The Climb by Miley Cyrus for this part..

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Chapter 5:

Emily's P.o.v :

I still can't believe I said that to him, that's David I am talking about. But, looking at the bright side, I did convince him, not exactly, but still, I'm a step closer to what I need.

I am on my way home, kicking pebbles on my way, I know that's a bad habit, my mom used to say the same thing.

Wait, Wasn't I supposed to say "thank you for your help" or something as such to David? Where are your manners, why have you turned into a doofus, who am I ? I don't even know Me anymore.

I'll be reaching home in 5. Ohh good Lord, I'm in front of my house right now, it has been exactly an hour and half since I left home. What am I supposed to say when Jack (the detective) asks me about why did it take me so long. Should I go to the nearest store and bribe them with some candies? I am thinking hard right now about what is going to be in my way next.

Quietly, I open the door, assuming they wouldn't notice. But dear Lord, was I wrong. They generally hang out in their respective room, but today they decided to be in the living room. Seated on a sofa watching SpongeBob. God I seriously love that show. That show was basically my childhood.
I'm dragged from my thought with someone coughing, thinking it be Jack, I prepare myself for some serious questions. I hear nothing, just one sentence from John, "Heyy, Em, you are back. Come join us, we are watching SpongeBob." I stand there, thinking it to be a mistake, did I hear something wrong? Are you deaf Emily ? They, especially Jack, didn't ask u anything? Oh boy, am I day dreaming?

"Em, you gonna stand there or are u going to join us?" I don't know why I am starting to feel that Jack is suspicious. He isn't this calm always, only when he knows that someone is hiding something from him. Many people, my friends, family, think we are lying when we say that he is good at digging dirt, as they believe he is a normal six year old. But boy, do they live with him.

It's been an hour since I came home. We are still watching SpongeBob. I suddenly realise that lunch is pending and I am the one who is supposed to complete the task. As I get up from the sofa, my brothers asked me if they could help me in the kitchen in some sort of way.
Wait Whaaat!! Am I dreaming or something.. Wake up Em, this is just a dream.. I pinch myself hard, ouchh.. That hurt. Jack and John are grinning from ear to ear. What day is it.. I've to mark it in the calendar, I'll have to remember it forever.

We are done with lunch. It's around 1 p.m, I don't have much time left. I have to go out for practice. I've to do my best to prove that I have what it takes. I change into my suitable clothes, taking my ipod, plugging my headphones in, ready to go for it. As I'm heading towards the door, I'm thankful that my brothers aren't in the living area. Maybe in their room, I guess.

It's been 25 mins, I can't do it anymore. I'm panting heavily. It's been a year since I've done it. I've lost hope , I close my eyes and remember what dad used to say when I felt this way, the month I started , "Kiddo, you have to be strong. It isn't always about how fast you get/ achieve that thing, not even what is waiting for you on the other side, have faith .. Just keep trying, give your best, you may achieve what you want."
I slowly open my eyes. I now believe in myself. Believe in my parents. I gently look up, I've heard someone say that, when our loved ones leave us, they reside in the sky. I know you are watching us mom and dad. Wherever you both are, I know you will help me getting through this. I know you'll always be with me, even if I cannot see you, I have you in my heart.

It's been 3 hours, I have no stamina left. Each and every part of my body is giving me a hard time right now. Bruises from my accident that night were healed but it aches right now , I can't even think about that night, I get chills..

I return home with two packs of skittles (Jack and John's favourite). I give it to them. I can see both of them grinning, wait I see John grinning, but Jack is analysing something. Why would a 6 year old analyse anything, like why... Your life is the best, you can do whatever you want. You can sleep as much as you want, not worrying about your future, family, eat sweets without having to count your calories, but what you do is analyse, wow jack, wonderful, you idiot.

The pack that John has, is only left with few of them and he is offering me the flavours he does not like, pretty much everyone does that, right? Jack is still watching me with a blank face. I have to make him realise, that there's nothing wrong, nothing to analyse. Thinking something convincing, I blurt out, "What are you looking at, my jackzoo (I know he hates that name, maybe because, it makes him feel like a child, though he is, but he's not)."

Irritated, he says, "How many fucking times do I have to tell you, not to call me that. I don't understand you girls. I have a proper name but you'll add some bullshit crap to a name and make it sound like you're some strawberry shortcake character."
I am not surprised, I knew he was going to be irritated, atleast he dropped the subject of over analysing stuff. Chuckling I said," What's with your language, jackzoo,, oops, I did that again, sorry jackass, hahaha. "

Jack is running behind me, as if he's a carnivore that hasn't had lunch for like days. I gave you lunch jack, why are you doing this? Ohh shit, I was thinking too much (I guess that's in our genes), which made me slow down and he caught me.
Ouch,.. "Stop punching me Jackal, it hurts."
He doesn't stop, maybe I should use his original name. "OK, ok fine jaaaackkkk, jus...just stoop now, will you? I promise not to call you by that name. "
Laughing, he said, "Hahah, I defeated you. You are now my slave." Idiot. Winking, I said, "Oh come on, Jack, you'll always be my slave, and I said I wouldn't call you by that name, I never said I'll never call you by some stupid, random, shitty name. Remember, never say never."

We are done with dinner. I tuck them in bed and kiss them goodnight. I know, we fight too much, but that's what siblings are for, aren't they? But I am not afraid to admit that I love them alot and I'll do anything to have them safe.

It's cold outside, but why am I so sweaty?. Should I take a bath?.. Nah... Just go to sleep, this is just sweat, it'll dry up.. That's how it's supposed to be, isn't it?. My goodness, Emily, why are you so effing lazy. I don't understand, why do i keep talking to myself ? There are many people out there, who do that, I guess. Chuck that. Go have a bath and sleep. It's a big day tomorrow.

It's been half an hour, I'm still in the bathroom. That's the thing with me. I'm too lazy to have a bath, but once I'm in there, I behave as if the world is going to be sere.
It took me 45 mins, to do the task. Yes, I call it a task because according to some site, you don't need to have a bath on a daily basis, it washes off your body oil. So basically, I'm saving my oil. Maybe I could sell it to those people who take a bath twice or even thrice a day. I mean why, are you this sweaty? How much time do you have?

11 P.m.

I'm too tired right now. My body aches badly. But I'm too sleepy to apply any ointment. Today was a happy day, I'm starting to have faith in myself, in the world again. I don't know how much more time will it be there, but I'm gonna live it as far as I can. I'm worried about Jack though. I don't want him to know before I intend on telling him about mom and dad.

I'm thinking about my day, the task, for tomorrow. I'll achieve it. Will I? Help me mom, dad. Just be with me. Within 2 minutes of thinking, I am asleep. This is who I am. Either I sleep within few minutes, or I am awake till 4, there is no in between. Hope I have a good day tomorrow.

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Random things about me -
1. I talk to myself a lot, do you?

2. I've the spongebob theme song as my ringtone. People around me look at me as if I asked for their liver when my phone rings. 😂