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Chapter 05 | | Dinner With A Mental Patient | | Sawyer
It was New Year's Eve. That much was clear by the noise and people on the streets below. The Brooks family lived in a quiet part of a bustling tourist town. At least, that was what Maria told me last time she visited, which was the day before. I've been at their house for three days now, and I haven't left my new room. Maria understood why, and I liked her for that. She never coaxed me to come out and was very patient. She even moved Jason to the room that originally was going to be mine in case I decided to go downstairs. She told me she even changed up the design in that room too, but I didn't know if I believed her. After all, I haven't seen it yet.
I watched as someone fell over on the sidewalk, while the rest of his friends laughed, as I dried my damp hair with a towel. Turns out there was a working bathroom in the attic that Jason used to use, but it was mine now. I really hoped Jason wasn't mad about me basically taking over his space, but I wouldn't blame him if he was mad. After all, I bit him and took over his space.
One of the guys blew on something, and it made a weird noise. I kind of found it funny, the noise. It was odd and stupid, but it somehow made the boy's friends laugh. Someone walked up to them, and I frowned. It was three girls, one of them standing a little farther in front of the other two. They were funny looking in short skirts and low cut tops. It was December, and they were dressed like it was summer. Did everyone in the town dress funny?
"It isn't even close to being midnight, Joshua, and you're already drunk," one of the girls said. It was the one standing in front. She flipped a piece of her very light blonde hair over her shoulder, nearly hitting a dark haired girl behind her.
"I'm not drunk yet," the boy who's name I assumed to be Joshua said. "I'm surprised you aren't drunk yet, Cassandra. You know, since you have drunks for parents and all."
That statement seemed to have an affect on Cassandra as she clenched her fist, but the dark haired girl behind her said something to her, which must of calmed Cassandra down.
"You're right, Leah," Cassandra said, flipping another piece of her hair over her shoulder. "They aren't worth it." And with that statement, Cassandra pushed passed them, Leah and the other girl right behind her. But what surprised me the most was when the girl that hasn't spoken yet turned around and smiled at Joshua before blowing him a kiss. Joshua smiled right back, pretending to catch it.
"Colette!" Leah shouted, noticing how their friend wasn't with them anymore. Colette's eyes widened before sticking her middle finger up at Joshua, who just laughed. Then, she hurried to catch up with her friends, who immediately started to question her.
That was a little weird, I though, as I took a seat on my unmade bed. I would of made it, but I didn't know how. Before, Archer always made our bed look somewhat presentable. I sighed. I missed Archer with every fiber of my being. Being by her side was all I've ever known, and her not being there was torture. I mean, it wasn't as bad when I was at the mental institution. It was mostly because I was too loopy on drugs to ever notice the difference between being at Archer's side or Sydney's. Their personalities were somewhat similar, though Sydney was a little crazier, so it was easy for my mind to be tricked. But now that I was off the medication for good, all the pain that came with missing Archer was back at full force. Heck, I couldn't even get a small smile on my face when I watched as the hatch slipped open. It meant Maria was coming up, and I actually liked her, which was weird to me. Adults usually weren't something I liked to be around unless it was by force like in the mental institution.
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