I sat on the king size bed staring at the white wall. Imagining how the outside might look. It's been years since I last saw the outside. Years since I last saw grass, and years since I saw the sky. I can hardly remember how it all looks.
I can't remember the last time I played with someone or even had fun. I've been stuck in this house for my whole life. With nothing to do but play with board games, and watch tv.
I heard a knock on my door. "Come in" I spoke blankly, the door opens revealing my dad. "Hey buttercup dinner ready" I looked over at him.
"Can I just eat in here tonight?" I asked. I shakes his head "Uh Uh no can do we have company coming over" I furrowed my eye brows. "What? Company?"
He nods smiling. "I know it's been awhile since you last interacted with someone your age so I invited one of my friends family here. They have two daughters your age...Maybe you guys can become friends"
"You know I can kill them right?" He chuckles "you know you have gloves right?" I rolled my eyes "do they at least know my condition?"
"yes they do" I huffed.
Of course.
"They'll be here in 10 minutes, so go ahead and get ready ok" I nodded. Once her closed the door I slowly stood up and walked over to my dresser and grabbed the glass box. I took the white gloves out of the glass box and slide my hands through them.
I stared down at my hands and sighed. One reason I don't leave my room is because I hate putting these gloves on.
I walked out the room and down the stairs. My mom was putting my sister in her high chair. "Well look who's finally up" my Mom says. I smiled at her. "I was never asleep" she raises an eyebrow "really? So you were just ignoring me?"
"I had my headphones in"
There was a knock on the door. My dad open it greeting someone. "Hey you guys made it, come on in" a familiar face came into view. Mike. Him and my dad go way back. Back to when they were in high school.
I met him a few times when I was younger but than all of that changed when I got 'sick'.... well when my sickness got worser.
My parents didn't want to risk me killing their best friend. So usually when he comes over, I stay in my room (like most times) and be ignored.
His wife Clara walked along with two girls, that looked around my age. As much as I wanted to make friends, I already know it'll never last.
For 1. I'm sick, who wants to be friends with someone who Ill?
2. I can't go outside. I'm pretty sure they both like to shop. The outfit that girl on the left is wearing looks pretty expensive. I could guess and say she likes to get her nails done every two weeks, and she probably likes to go shopping every Wednesday. She's probably dating some jock who's a douchebag and is unemployed.
The girl on the right was dressed way differently. With the leather jacket and all black she looks to be kind of bad ass. But if she's related to the other girl then their not so much different.
"Y/n it's been so long how are you!" Mike says walking over to me. We both fist bump He smiles. "hi mike nice to see you again" I smiled at him.
He nods turning to the girls "let me introduce you to my two daughters Lauren and Camila!" I gave them both a small smile. I lend my hand out "Hi"