The Truth Behind My Eyes

The Cold Concrete

Footsteps on the sidewalk had no echo through the cold December night. Trees would rustle against one another as the bitter yet soft wind blew through the trunks of green decor. The small ice particles added a glossy layer over the ground.

Though everything else was frozen, I felt as if it was still early spring. Slight bite of the weather, but comfortable. All I needed was my plain red hoodie, my loose yet fitting jeans, and my dads beanie. Some called me crazy for dressing the way I did, but its better than looking like a walking marshmello.

During my treck down the dark, empty street, I thought about a lot of my memories from my past. I remembered right before the divorce, I was six, I saw my dad kissing another women other than my mother. Confronting my mom with confusion, I asked her what was going on. I know now what that all meant. I have known for quite some time now. Deciding to veer away from the memory and move to a new one from the past for my walk home, I reminisced of my friend from years ago. Since day one, I was friends with the son of my dads friend. We would play in the dirt, ride our dirt bikes up and down the gravel roads just to piss off our neiborhood. Those were the days of happiness and the days that we didn't know what stress was.

Now, I  feel like the ugly duckling. Everyone else seems so happy and perfect. I wish I was like that, but instead, my parents are seperated, I'm self conscious, and my world seems to be falling apart.

I could see that my house was a block away. It has a pretty color of blue with a white outline. The door was basic and made of redwood, which doesn't match the house, but we like the door so we keep it. Something odd was taking event near it. I saw red, then blue, then red again. I hoped the neibors were okay. Was there a fire? No, there isn't a fire truck or smoke. A home accident maybe? Nah, no ambulance. As I began to get closer, I saw it was my house that was the source of the lights. Focusing in on the vehicles after listing my the options, I realized it wasn't an accident they were there for. It was me.
"The cops? Yes...shit."