Restart/ AHS Murder House

A Friend

The next day was cold and foggy out, leaves were falling and everything was glum. It was about 7 am. I got out of my bed, pushing away my blue-grey covers. The wood floor was cold against my bare feet, I tiptoed to the closet and found a patterned navy dress with little roses on it. I changed out of my pajamas and traded them for a beige undershirt, the dress, black leggings and a blue flannel on top of the dress. Then I threw on some of my old chuck's and walked downstairs to the kitchen. My mom was still asleep, I decided to ride my skateboard this time and ride around for a while. I crept out of the house, trying carefully not to wake my mother. Then I went to the shed and grabbed my old beaten skateboard. I set it down on the sidewalk and pushed with my other leg. The skateboard glided gracefully across the sidewalk, it had felt as if years had gone by when I saw the same boy walking down the street from yesterday at the skate park.

"Hey!" I called out.

He turned around sharply, his grungy hair falling across his sweet chocolate eyes.

"Hey it's you," he said recognizing me instantly.

My skateboard came to a halt and I picked it up off the sidewalk, walking towards the boy.

"I never introduced myself yesterday... my name is Everett." He said, his voice calm and steady.

"Nice name, I'm Hazel," I said, attempting to meet the same tempo.

He chuckled, "I see you must be the new girl, I've never seen you around here before."

"Yes I am, was I that obvious?" I asked.

"Well, no. Not really, it's just that I saw you yesterday moving in." He replied.

"Oh, well where do you live?" I asked.

"In the neighborhood," he continued, "just a few houses down."

"Cool, we should hang out sometime." I said, secretly hoping he'd say yes.

"Sure, I have to get back home, but I'll see you later." He said, almost like a question. He didn't wait for me to answer though.

I turned for a split second and without seeing him leave, he was gone. I returned home, wiping my slightly muddy feet on the door mat. I took off my shoes by the door and tip toe ran upstairs to my room. I fell back onto my bed and stared at the ceiling. I thought of Everett, dressing in a oversized sweater with faded jeans and black chucks like mine. I decided I can have Everett go through my backyard and go through the back door by the stairs, then sneak upstairs to my room. Luckily my room was very close to the top of the stairs and the door by the stairs would make for easy entrance. This plan would work perfect! I couldn't believe that he lived right down the street, it was like we were destined to meet. I realized I never got his phone number but that wouldn't matter since he lived just down the street. Although it'd have to wait, my first day of school was tomorrow, and I'm not prepared. High school is rough, I know that because I've been there for one year already. My first year of high school was the worst, I was bullied and an outcast the whole year. Maybe it'll be different here.

Without realizing it, hours have passed when I woke. I awoke to the sound of something hitting my window. I sat up and then walked over to the window. It was the one window in my room that was clear and not stained glass. I peered over the window and saw Everett standing outside looking up at my window. I waved and he waved back, then I ran downstairs and went through the back door to meet him.

"Hi, what are you doing here?" I asked him.

"Nothing really, I just thought we could hang out, if you want of course." He replied.

I was internally freaking out, "sure, come inside." I said.

We carefully crept in the house and up to my room. I closed the door behind us in my room and then I walked over to my iPod and hit play. It was playing The Kinks "Top Of The Pops."

"Sweet tunes," Everett said while bobbing his head. I giggled in response.

Over the long time that we talked, I realized we had similar problems in our lives. Our dad's were both absent in our lives, we were both social outcasts, and we both cut. I didn't tell anyone why I wore long sleeves but secretly it was because my mom and dad would fight a lot. This made me feel like it was my fault, they'd always argue about things that involved me and I'd be left alone a lot. My parents were always absent in my life. So I turned to comfort my numbness with a razor blade. We each showed our wrists and told our stories of what each cut was for. Everett told me his dad left when he was younger and he was left with a cocksucker for a mom. I told him about my dad who had cheated on my mom after her miscarriage. He said in response,

"I'm sorry," and he sat down next to me and grabbed my hand, "if you love someone you should never hurt them."

"Right? I know," I said as I stood up.

I heard rustling downstairs,

"oh, um you should probably go my mom is awake."

"Oh, well I'll see you soon," Everett said as he stood up.

Then he walked over to the door and waved goodbye. He shut the door quietly behind him as he left. I didn't hear his footsteps from outside my room. He was quieter than a mouse.