Michael had dropped me off at home, and I started to tidy my room when I decided to just leave it. I undressed, took a shower and went to my closet, tiptoeing over broken glass and broken pieces of wood. I found a white, thin, long sleeved sweater type shirt with a v neck and a few buttons. It hung a little loose on me. I put on the same black jeans I had worn hours earlier and the same boots. I brushed my hair and let myself out of my room. I saw mom and dad look at me nervously.
“What?”
“Madison told us, that you had a fit last night. Trashed your room. Is that true?” My mom asked cautiously. I nodded.
“It’s nothing. Just, stress, I guess.”
“I want you to know Sydia, we’re glad you’re back. We love you, but, you can’t act like however you’ve been letting yourself to act in this house. Remember, this home has rules.”
I nodded. “Yeah. I know.”
If only they knew, how easy it is for me to leave again. I do have support beyond them. It’s not like I have nowhere else to go. “So, what’s for breakfast?”
They smiled. My dad was reading the paper. The whole place started to look better.
“French toast.” My mom offered me a plate. I took it gladly. I looked at my knife, my reflection. I looked just a few pounds shy of my human self. But, I looked this way for a little while. I’m guessing that, this is as thick as I’m going to get. “So, why did you trash your room last night?” My dad spoke out to me.
“I told you. Stress.”
“About what?”
“Things.” I shrugged. “Where’s Madison?”
“She went out with Tristan for a little bit. I think they’re getting breakfast.”
“What kind of life did you have away from here Sydia?” My dad asked with concern, but he was getting on my nerves.
“Just, been by myself.” I lied, again. I felt like jabbing my knife into my leg. I got up before they asked me more questions. I must’ve looked so, so, different. Been different, like a perfect stranger, who was silent about one month of her life like I’d done something unspeakable. I took out my phone because it vibrated. My mother and father saw.
“Is that a new phone?”
“What? Oh, yeah.” I opened up a text. It read: “I’m taking you back to the library. We have to see if there’s another way. Get out of the house, I’ll be there soon. M.”
I looked at the message like it was encrypted. My mom started to come over. I closed the message fast. She pulled it toward her and started to take it when I pulled it back and started for the door. “I gotta go do something. Thanks for breakfast. I’ll see ya later.” I opened and shut the door. I heard my parents talk to each other in low tones. No doubt, talking about me. I waited for maybe 5 minutes when the car pulled up. Michael was in the passenger seat and another strange companion was in the driver seat. I ran over and opened the door. I saw my parents standing in the doorway. I stopped and looked at them.
“I’ll be back!”
They both waved and watched the car go away. I dropped my head back. “This sucks.” I whispered.
