The unnamed

The Unnamed Part 1

                         Austin's P.O.V

   I looked up at the ticking clock, as the minutes droned on and on. It was as if the minutes got slower every time I looked up at the clock. Fifteen minutes, fourteen minutes and thirty seconds. This was not fair. " Waiting for something, Austin?" The teacher said in her usual crabby way. " Hmm?" I said not paying any sort of attention. " Are you waiting for something?" She said her attitude faltering. " Oh, yeah....To get out of here." I looked at her.  She was glaring daggers at me. She let out an annoyed sigh.

  It felt as if I was in the classroom for ages. As soon as she excused us, I was gone like the wind. I walked down the street looking up at the gray sky. Common weather for L.A. in the late autumn. I turned and found where I parked. There was a small slip of paper on my windshield. I froze, "Come on." My hands fell to my sides. I let out a sigh. As I slowly approached the car my anxiety slowly rose. " I don't have the money to pay for a ticket...." I mumbled under my breath. I slowly inched closer to the parking space. I snatched the 'ticket' off the window and let out a sigh of relief. It was just an environmental awareness slip. I recently joined the group.

  I got the slips in the mail twice a week. I wonder if I should tell them it kills trees to make the pamphlets? I drove to Cora's 'home. She was a gypsy. her house was full of beads and other things.(Stereotypical right?). I remember the day Cora adopted me. I was terrified that day.

  I called Cora but she was supposedly 'not home' when I called. Meaning she was with a customer. I went up stairs and waited for about thirty minutes. I heard her call me down. I went down the stairs slowly. I didn't really know what I came here for. "H-hey Cora..." I said nervous. " Hey baby boy!!" She was ecstatic. I never got used to calling her mom. I remember the day she adopted me from my retched family. If I can even call them family. My father hated me.... a lot. To a point that he was abusive. My mother. She was another case completely. She was suicidal. She ended it when I was fifteen.

    I remember what she told me the night she left. She told me much she loved me and how much she cared. She wouldn't stop telling me how sorry she was. But if she really was sorry she wouldn't have done it. But she said she had to.

  After my mom was gone my dad got worse. He slipped into alcoholism and drugs. My neighbor was the one that reported him. He was in a drunken rage. Screaming words I don't know if he meant or not.

  I was in a group home for almost a year when Cora found me. I was in a deep state of depression back then. I still miss my mom, even though that was two years ago. Cora never  married, so she never had children. She is a kind lady. She just isn't my mom.

  She jumped out of her chair and took me into a bone-crushing hug. " Cora....I.....Can't.....Breathe." I couldn't catch me breath." Oh! sorry kid, I missed you so much." She let me go and I stank to my knees, trying to catch my breath." You okay?" she looked at me, he eyes filled with worry. I tried to speak but it just came out as dying noises, I waved my hand at her. By the time I caught my breathe I spoke. " I'm okay."

  I stayed at Cora's for dinner and left her house late. She hugged me without killing me when I left.

                            It was three days later when I found out.