Smirks & Glares [On Hold]

#11, Some Sulk

"Well Cara, have you decided how you are going to go about?" IM asks me.

I bite my lip and lower my head a little. "No ma'am, not exactly." I mumble

IM looks up surprised from her work. "No? What do you mean no? What were you and Mr. Asher doing when he was here?" She raises an eyebrow.

Fighting. Insulting. Threatening. 

"Well he gave me a brief idea about the things and asked me to meet him again where he will let me know about all the details." I explain.

"Ummhmm." IM nods then goes back to going through the heaps of papers sprawled across her desk. I stand there awkwardly not knowing what to do. She stops and looks up. "What are you doing here? Waiting for an auspicious minute to leave?" She asks wiping her reading glasses. "Go in and set up your meeting with Mr.Asher right now." She says.

 "Oh yeah..I'll just..go." I point at the door and frisk out.

I sigh walking to my small cabin and glance around at the bare white walls, the huge glass window overlooked the main street. The cars were lined up in traffic and behind the tall skyscrapers framed the horizon. I keep my hand on the cool glass and the labradorite bracelet glisten in the sunlight streaming through.

Rubbing my thumb over the small, smooth stones, my thoughts drift to how it has always been. Ever since I lost my parents in the fatal accident years back, I don't remember a moment which passed without a streak of worry. Seven years ago, the police concluded that it was just a result of reckless driving on the part of the truck driver who slammed in our car. He apparently lost control or was drunk, as reported. Everything after that is a blur. I guess the car overturned, I guess something hit me really hard at the back of my head or I think I broke through the window glass and fell out.

I break into sweat as I recollect and sit down on the futon. I have had nightmares about it continuously for many months and the sound of the skidding tyres and crash was sonorous enough for me to cover my ears. 

Initially, since we didn't have any relative, or any that I knew of, since I don't recount our family ever visiting or even talking about any, nor do I recollect being visited by any. The police decided to send us to a foster home but as I was all already eighteen and just a month was left for my schooling to end, so I decided to stay and took Matt under my guardianship. He had just turned six. 

Tears prickle my eyes and a lump forms in my throat, that accident had left just a sliver chance of him surviving but he made it through. Our parents were declared brought dead to the hospital. I don't know who paid all the hospital and medical bills because when I asked about it I was informed that all was clear. I did contemplate about it but the staff told me not to worry so I stopped. I had other things at hand and one thing less was just a small relief. 

Though a vague memory always haunts me, over the deafening sound of the crash, I wonder about hearing another sound mixed in faintly. The sound of gunshots. I cannot exactly pinpoint whether it was the sound of a gun going off or not, maybe I mistook something else as that. The though seemed quite absurd.

One day, after a month or two, the police officer came and informed how there is distant relative who has offered to help financially. Even on my denial, he insisted that I should take it. He also assured that he had ran a check on the person and found no glitch, so since then I started receiving monetary aid from him till I started earning my own money. I remember getting a letter from my so called 'uncle' which stated how since now that I am self sufficient, he will stop his monthly shower of funding. The letter was slid randomly from beneath the door and I don't think anyone rang the bell. It was sealed neatly in a plain white envelope with no stamp or post office or any courier service mark which showed someone had just delivered it personally. It was completely blank and was sealed with a transparent sticker, a scorpion inscribed on it. The letter too had no name or address and signed off with just 'your uncle' .