The Shattered Memory of a Violinist

//Nineteen - A Drunk Baby//

//Nineteen — A Drunk Baby//

Willa Van der Mariel

Lottie practically dragged me to that movie, and for the past one hundred and twenty minutes, I have been jumping at every movement made — and I hate scary movies. Yeah, no more ice cream for Eldon. Lottie is obsessed with them, and insists that we go watch them. I think she likes them because her mother doesn’t, and she is always trying to find ways to rebel against her Hippie roots. They don’t fight about it, her mother just sorts of ignores this behaviour, but Lottie still does it.

“I hate scary movies” I grumble as we leave the cinema’s.

Lottie laughs. Of course it’s amusing to that little crap. “I liked it”
“Buthole” I say, and she laughs once more.

“Hey, isn’t that Justin?” Lottie asked.

I turn to her grinning. “Your crush so outta-hand you imagining him?” Although, I had imagined Averie the other day. So, who was I to talk?

“No, seriously. Look” Lottie pointed at something behind me.

I turned and saw a tall familiar figure, but except where Justin had rich almond hair this person had inky black hair and where Justin’s arms were tanned, this guys were covered in sleeve tattoos. Although, the faces were exactly the same. I stared at him, there was something familiar about him, and it was probably because he looked like Justin. He didn’t look at us, actually looked past us like we were invisible. 

“Huh, yeah. Probably a twin brother or something” I muttered, still desperately wanting to leave.

Lottie nodded, and together we excited the cinema. Outside, it was much calmer and didn’t make me want to vomit from the smell. 

“Ugh, I need some alcohol” I said.

“Ah, no” Lottie said as we walked towards the car. “I am dropping you home, and you are going to stay very very sober”

I nodded, grinning and slid into the car. “Okie dokie”

“Good”

She started the car and we drove away, and when she dropped me off home, the sky had gotten dark quickly. Winter was coming. I unlocked the door, and was delighted when I smelt McDonalds.

“MCDONALDS!” The only food on the earth I will eat without feeling sick.

Pretty ironic.

I slam the door shut behind me and bolt inside, running into the living room. My father’s and Eldon are all sitting at the table, eating their McDonalds. Luckily, they didn’t hide mine, and I quickly ripped off the package without even greeting my family. They just watched me in a knowing manner. I plopped myself at the table beside Eldon, and stuff my food into my mouth. It melted on my tongue, and was gone much too soon.
“How was the movie?” Asked Eldon excitedly.

I frowned. “I am trying to forget it. Let it be”
“Was it really really scary?” He asked excitedly.

“Yes”

“COOL” He looked over to Mike. “Dad, can we go see it?”

Mike looked terrified, he too hated scary movies. “Er, no”

“Pa?” Eldon asked turning to Dave.

“Son, your nine. I highly doubt they are going to allow a nine-year old to watch Carrie” Dave said and dropped his chips in his mouth. He nodded at me. “Look at your sister, she is terrified”