Kidding Me

Chapter 7

   From bad to worse is, unfortunately, a common phrase, but one only too true. Your flung over the edge of a mighty cliff, into a ridged net, miles from anything resembling comfort. Only to lie helpless, as the net snaps, plunging you into unfathomable darkness.

   The scene of my dads death kept replaying in my mind. On an continuous loop that I couldn't stop. The scream, the smell, were all to vivid still in my brain. And the blood, oh the blood. Contrary to my previous beliefs, blood, this blood, wasn't bright scarlet droplets, but more of a dark crimson, mixed with brick brown, that ran in rivers, staining everything in it's trail. His scream haunted my dreams, along with that look of vanishing fear confusing my thoughts and consuming my time.

   I'm convinced that when people think of London, they think of regal Victorians, in top hats, speaking the queens English. Posh. Posh? You couldn't understand us from our messed up accent and phrases. To be honest we probable would have mugged and beat you before you had a chance. Ha, posh.

   Walking the litter-lined streets to school wasn't the most pleasant experience every weekday at eight in the morning. The smell did wake you up through, something Camel seemed to be unable to do. Didn't see her all morning, not even to see me off were my dad would have. We haven't talked much, never have, never will. I didn't need her comfort, I was quite happy to wake up screaming in the night without anyone to confine in. She would just have been another person I would have to be nice to and there's already to many of them.

   School was way to much effort, lugging around a massive bag, avoiding conversations at all cost and pretending to listen to utter rubbish on any and all subjects. I wasn't particularly fond of my senses at the moment, noises made me jump and smell made me cringe and wrinkle my nose. However, the school bell, now that was music to my ears.

   Don't get me wrong, I love my friends, but it was just awkward today. Pretending it was all alright wouldn't work and being all sympathetic wouldn't either. Empathy may have been a help but between Baana, Amzi, Jasper and Buz, the worst family event was Jasper's Dad leaving. (Hash and Gadhad been off today, something about a Thorpe park and faking chicken pokes)

  Jaspers Dad left years ago, when he was about one. His sister Hope was just about to be born and it remains a mystery to the rest of us how Bunni, another little sister, came about, six years ago today.

   Most of the conversations went something like this:

Baana: "so you wanna eat"

Amzi: " ...'cause if not I will"

Buz: "shut up Amzi, leave her be. If she wants to eat it she will...and if not I will"

Amzi: "No way"

Jasper: "Both of you shut up before I slap your appetite right off you"

Baana: "Look, you're not exactly helping either Jasper. Is there anything you want Myra?"

At this point, hearing my name would regain my attention and I'd just:

Me: "Hu, what, na, no I'm good, I'm fine."

Jasper: "You wanna talk? We can go somewhere else if you want.

"I know what'll make you feel better. A visit to the bookstore..."

"While listening to your favourite emo bands" cut in Buz

Me: "They are not emo bands! Your just jealous cause you don't have as wide and as fabulous music sense as us"

Jasper: "Yeah. Us and our fabulous music are deeply offended, Buz, so for that you can't come"

Then Buz would go off mumbling things about music and happiness, which led his, and only his, mind onto things about eternity and the economical welfare of our planet.