Abby squeals as her older sister walks into the garage with her husband on her arm, the younger girl wearing a bikini while the older girl wore fashionable business wear. She explains how she was going to have to leave soon anyways and Abby boos, grabbing her arm to introduce her to her new friends. The bond they had looked so close, something me and my brother never had.
Our's was more of a tie them shut and lock them up relationship.
I swirl my lemonade in the glass and take a small sip, gladly blending into the background. My condition hasn't improved at all, still tired in all ways. I was learning more each day, Horvath cramming it all as fast as he could. I learned as much as he gave me, hoping to take his mind off of the murder he wants me to commit. Everytime I try to change his mind, he speaks about how it will do good for me.
I don't see how.
I sigh and pop a jolly rancher into my mouth, a small bowl on the table filled with them. It seemed as if everyone at the party felt my depressing aura and was trying to stay away from me.
A girl to my right shyly stares at the table, her mother to her right and a bunch of other children playing with each other. My attention is caught and I watch her lonelyness, feeling pity for the poor girl. Even I knew what it was like to be left out, something I lived in for most of my life. The braces and glasses really cut short my chances of friends, but this little girl has a natural beauty that astonished me.
She holds up a dying flower and carefuly smells it, most of the plant dry and the petals starting to close up. She gives it a mournful look and the sadness stabs my heart, making me flutter my hands under the table. The once dead flower grows and blossoms back to life, giving the sad girl a magical smile on her face.
I smile and bite my jolly rancher in half, gooey hard candy sticking to my molars and gluing my teeth together. I pry them open and look at the girl again, smelling the flower once more, but Horvath's words ring in my head.
Human filth.
Sorcerers are better.
Yet, aside from all his words, there was a beautiful and fresh new life in front of me, already steering from the larger crowds. She didn't look corupted like the other kids smashing plastic cups to litter and making the younger ones cry. With just the right steering, she could have a burning passion to help people, volunteer and clean the world one person at a time.
Not every human was filth.
My inner Horvath shushes me and I lose this spark, falling into an obedience for a man who wasn't even here.
Abby slips into the spot next to me, smoldering and wet. Her eyes narrow on a group of guys who came a while ago, laughing and high-fiving each other.
"Those little jerks." She grumbles.
"What?" I ask, looking up at her wet hair plastered to her angry face.
"They threw me into the pool!" She exclaims.
"Well, throw them in as well." I reply.
"Like I have the strength for that." She mutters, picking through the joll ranchers.
"I could help." I offer.
"We would still need to chase them all down." She objects.
"Or we wait until the right moment. Did I ever tell you in my extreme belief in God?" I ask.
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Abby and I were leaning against the deck, watching as the four guys who threw her in stand with plastic cups in their hands, casual talking as we planned their demise.
