White Saturday

White Saturday - Sunday, June, 24th 2012

June 24 2012

Kyle Tricks

6:21 AM

I don’t know what I did oh God it’s so…. 

Let’s try that again.

We were heading to the school that day. I knew why that selfish bastard Ryder needed to get there. Julia. His crush. Not his girlfriend, not that he had one, but the girl he kind of liked. What about Leanne? Why don't we just go three hours out of our way in the goddamn apocalypse for my girl?

I opened my eyes once again, although it didn’t matter since I was blindfolded. I found myself with my hands duct-taped behind me, to what felt like some sort of vertical pole in what seemed like Ryder’s dad’s workshop. My feet, however, were free, so using my mild flexibility I kicked a shoe off and reached behind me with my leg, finally finding a saw with my toes. I gripped it between my ankles and laid it down in front of me. From there, I moved my hands enough so that the tape against the pole lost its stick and I was free to move my hands vertically and circle the pole. I put them as high as I could while still sitting, and then gripped the handle of the saw with my feet. I attempted to reach far enough back to saw through the tape, but failed miserably as I wasn’t flexible enough.

Frustrated, I dropped the saw and closed my eyes again until I heard Meline’s voice maybe 20 minutes later.

“Get up.” She tried to sound harsh but he voice cracked.

I opened my eyes again, but they were still covered so it didn’t even matter. I crossed my legs so she knew I was awake.

“You gonna kill any one if I let you up to eat?”

“No.”

I heard the flicking noise of a knife opening from her direction. She started sawing in to the duct tape and, miraculously, managed to actually get one hand free and nearly the second before she sunk the blade into my wrist.

“Ah! Bitch!” I instinctively ripped my hand from the now-weak grasp of the tape. “Get out of my face and give that knife to a goddamn adult who can use it!” I was screaming now, pulling the cover off my eyes.

Meline’s top lip trembled, and for a moment I wasn’t sure if she was going to scream back or burst into tears. She did neither, but stuck the knife into the doorframe as she stomped upstairs. I looked at the blade still trembling in the wood while I held my oozing wound, a single bead of my blood still rolling down the paint.

Meline Oden 

I stomped upstairs and promptly punched a door. Stupidly. I screamed as I bruised every knuckle on my hand. I opened my palm and shook my hand in the air to try and get it feeling better, not that it really worked.

I had never seen Kyle like that before; usually he was so laid back. The cut in his arm hadn’t entirely been an accident, but all the same, I was a mess. Ryder walked up to me. He was holding a steaming mug while he leant on a wall. His neck was still really bad, but the blue bruises had turned a deep, painful looking brown colour which I guess meant it was getting better.

“Not your day, huh?” Ryder spoke, proving how sore his voice still was.

I laughed through tears. “Shut up.”

“Whatever. Coffee?”

“I don’t drink coffee.”

He turned his head and I saw his oversized, boyish profile. Ryder often had girls with him who I would suppose liked him, but nothing ever came of it. I never understood the hype, I didn’t even think he was that attractive.