Fractured

Chapter 4

Andrew grabs Conner not so nicely, and drags him out of my room and out of view so that I don't explode in there faces I'm assuming.

But I barley notice.

All I can focus on is the still goldfish with shards of glass and water surrounding it.

How could he do this?

He doesn't know how much the fish meant to me and he never will.

I will be happy if I never see his face again.

It takes me a while to snap back into reality and I shuffle my feet across the hardwood floor to pick up the shards of glass.

Pieces cut my hands but I don't mind. In fact I welcome the pain, it helps numb the reality.

I hear Andrews bedroom door shut from down the hallway, as I finish up with the broken glass and goldfish.

I bend down and

pick up Fernando caressing the unmoving fish.

No one understands my connection to this fish, apart from my brother.

Water splashes on the goldfish and it's then I realize I'm crying.

My mother would not be happy over me crying I'm showing weakness she would say, so I get up off the floor and walk over too my bathroom.

I drop the fish into the toilet and reach to flush the toilet, I pause momentarily before pushing the handle down.

Flushing Fernando is like saying goodbye to the last piece of my Dad.

Forever.

I shuffle my way to my light switch and flip it off before stumbling over too my bed and collapsing on it.

I look at the clock on my nightstand the clock says that it's three in the morning.

I decide to close my eyes and try to get a few hours of sleep before my mom comes in here to wake me up at the normal time. Five.

I'm not succeeding I toss and turn all night and finally drift off to a dreamless sleep.

All to soon I'm awakened by my mother opening my bedroom door and saying. "Alex, get up you need to quite sleeping all day."

I groan as she throws open my curtains. Again.

In four days I will be graduating from high school.

And then I will be leaving for collage.

And this town that brings back to many memories.

Our school is one of those schools that has graduation a month after school lets out.

"Alex." My mother screeches

"What happened to your eyes?" She says while grabbing a portable mirror of my dresser to show me what she's talking about.

She holds the mirror in front of my face and bloodshot eyes bounce back at me.

I sigh knowing my mother won't take this well, and just wait for her to explode.

She looks at me with diss appointment then turns around and puts the mirror right where she got it from.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two. I sigh ready.

One...

"Alex what where you thinking!" She half yells.

She doesn't even know what happend. The thing is that she probably doesn't care, my fathers death is not a topic well discussed with my mother.