Lament

Chapter Five

My room felt like it belonged to someone else.

            The desk and bed were still in their place, along with the several pictures I had been browsing through a month ago. My closet was filled with glamorous clothes that a supermodel would wear on the runway. My curtains billowed like a cape gliding in a soft breeze.

            And yet, everything felt like it belonged to someone else.

            Eona Morris was no long a part of this life.

            I sat the bed that used to be mine and felt the springs shift beneath me. I pulled one of my pillows to my chest and hugged it for comfort. The pictures of me and my parents laid upon my desk and stared at me accusingly.

            It was your fault, they seemed to say. If only you hadn’t been at that party.

            Finally, I got up off of my bed, and I gathered all of the pictures. I threw them into my trash bin beside my desk. Making sure they wouldn’t be seen, I buried them underneath all of my month-old trash.

            But it was still too much.

            Snatching a black hoodie, I dashed out of my room and down the numerous stairs leading to the foyer. I didn’t see Meg or Alaric on my way out, and I didn’t care. I just had to get out of this house.

            I glanced at my parked truck, and then my Porsche. I shook my head and looked back to the house. I noticed that a curtain was slightly open, but it didn’t matter at the moment. Turning back around, I quickly strode down the driveway.

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            I ended up at the local grill near the rural areas of New Hampshire, where woods were plentiful along with the curving roads. I walked inside with a sigh, making sure my black hair and hood obscured my face completely on the left side.

            I sat at an empty seat located in the back so I could be out of everyone’s way. My stomach rumbled, so I ordered my usual off of the menu, hiding my scarred face from the waitress. She had been looking at me suspiciously, but she eventually shrugged it off.

            Once she was gone, I let out a sigh of relief. I understood that I had to remove my hood at some point in my life, but not right now. Not with all of the other crap going on. My parent’s deaths, my mysterious aunt and uncle, and Levy’s current state of M.I.A. were the issues that were on my mind.

            I placed my head in my hands and closed my eyes for a while- a long while. Breathing heavily, my eyes soon began to fill with tears. Sniffling, I leaned back to wipe they away.

When I opened my eyes, I found a boy sitting across from me in my booth. I jumped in shock, but quickly composed myself into a numb state. Then I noticed the scar.

His scar.

       The boy was handsome; in fact, he was abnormally handsome. He had royal blue eyes with golden flecks that surrounded the pupils. He had a sharp jaw outlined with a bit of stubble. And his hair… it was lime green. And when say lime green, I mean it was bright, and you couldn’t miss it in a crowd. He wore a mohawk atop his head. It reminded me of a dinosaur. He had ropes of muscle beneath his black shirt, and I could already tell that he towered over my 5’8” tall stature.

      Despite all of that, what caught my attention was the long, narrow scar that ran from his upper right temple to his left jaw. It was an exact replica of my scar.