P.S. I Think I Like You

Chapter 1

I lay in bed and hear a pot slam on the counter and another hits the floor. Dad has been like this since she died.

I stare up at my ceiling and her pot after pot get thrown around. I hear silence for a minute or two and then another slam and a scream from my dad at the top of his lungs.

My baby sister, Charlotte, wakes up and starts crying. I get out of bed and walk across the hall to her room. I walk in and see that my older sister, Katlyn, and has her.

"Could you go downstairs and get her a bottle? And when your down there, don't get in his way." She orders.

"Why can't I-" I begin.

"Just go." I walk out the door and down the steps.

As I turn the corner, dad looks up. As our eyes meet, he raises his arm with a frying pan in it. Just as he lets go of he pan...

I wake to a start. I sit up and notice I'm breathing heavily. Another one of those nightmares.

I lay back down and turn to my side to look out the window to the busy Central Park.

I lay for almost an hour watching people pass by.

"Why me?" I whisper to myself. I turn to lay on my back. I stare at the ceiling and begin to cry.

I listen to the hum of the heater and watch the spin of my fan. I think about what my life would be like right now if she hadn't died.

I get up and go to my closet. The chair that I use as a step stool has been pushed into the back of my closet. I pull it out, and turn it to the wall. I step up onto the seat and reach up to the highest shelf. I feel my hands around until they find a box.

I pull the box off the shelf and into my arms. I step off the chair, push it back into the closet, close the sliding door, and walk over to my bed.

I sit on the edge of the bed and open the box. In it contains pictures of my mom, her engagement ring, wedding band, and other items of hers.

I take out the stack if pictures and flip through them. Her long dirty blonde hair is blowing in the wind in the first picture. I study what she looks like. My eyes tear up.

I flip through all the pictures, and by the end, I'm sobbing. I put the pictures aside, and pick up the rings. I put the rings on my left hand, and stand up. I hold my hand out the admire the beautiful rings. I twirl around and smile at the rings.

I sit back down, and carefully place the rings back in their place. I put the pictures in on the top and close the box. My fingers graze the top of the box feeling every edge. I bring the box up to my chest and hug it.

"You're hugging her Keeper. You're reunited!" I say aloud. I smile big. I stand up and walk back over to my closet with the box still hugged to my chest. I pull the chair back out and place it where it was before. I put the box back where I found it and step off the chair seat.

Once the chair is pushed back in, I go back over to my bed and get under the covers. It's still warm. I shiver, but eventually warm back up.

I turn to face the window again, and sit there for 5 minutes until I hear Charlotte begin to cry.

(Sorry if this is a really short start. I am really busy with swimming right now. I promise they will be much longer after this! ~gabby)