Samantha

Chapter One

 

Anxiety, the only feeling running through my blood now. Question about him swam in my head.

Is he fine ? I kept thinking.

He had been  neglecting me for a long period of time and I never gave up to this second. He was my brother after all.

 I pressed the phone back to my ears after dialing his number one more time.  All I got was the same response, there was no response.

I frowned, tightly gripping the phone in my hands and suddenly, I threw it  away. I rubbed my hands together and then moved them over my temples. I wanted to break something, needed to punch someone, so I reached for the closest vas and crashed it down.

It has been a horrible life for me with the mess of emotions in me. These feelings; miserableness and loneliness were destroying me and completely changing me.

He shouldn't have had left me like that.

 I closed my eyes for a second or so, deeply breathing. When I found it useless to calm myself, I went to the kitchen. On the kitchen island was the bowl of popcorn I should have had eaten, yet I never did. Never will.

I moved past the marbled island and reached for the fridge. I opened it and got a drink. Two things were in my mind right then, my brother, and the way to loosen up.

I was ready to open the bottle and chug all the drink down my throat when the doorbell rang.

"For fuck's sake…" I muttered to myself after a deep breath. Sluggishly, I walked to the door, ascertain as to who'd visit me. After all, she was the only one that knocks this door.

The neighborhood I was living in is way to the west of the US. I used to live here since my birth and the place used to be crowded with families until gangs started taking all over the place. They started controlling this neighborhood not caring about people's priorities or anything. They managed to hold this place robustly, when people started fleeing away to the east; like my parents had been trying to. 

I shook my head slightly, removing every piece of that doomed accident from my head and opened the door. I smirked down at the one I was sure was stupid enough to visit me here every weekend without being afraid. Ellie was smiling widely as well, and from ear to ear in splendid cheer. That's how she's. She always wore that smile I fail to wear. The genuinely happy one.

"Hey" Ellie said sweetly, and I made way for her to get in.

 "Hi" I replied shortly, but quickly attached it with a smile. She was the last person I would want to act rude to, and I had been suffering holding back my tongue at everything she says.

Ellie slouched down on the couch with  the remote in her hands. Her eyes kept raking the whole place until they stopped somewhere. I looked behind me, only to see her already proceeding to the bowl of popcorn that had been resting in the kitchen.

She came back, stuffing her mouth with the food she got.

"You're weird", Ellie said, chewing more popcorn as she pointed her finger at me. I rolled my eyes at her, I'd never get interest in eating popcorn. Not alone.

Ellie had returned to her place on the couch and started flipping through the channels. After brief seconds, Ellie looked up at me and smiled, knowing what she did in spontaneity.

"You're not mad, aren't you?" She asked with a fretful smile and narrowed eyes. She probably thought I was mad at her behavior that I didn't speak.