She Cries Out

Ginger

            So I met this girl. I talk to her and tell her everything. She listens to anything and everything pouring from my soul out of my mouth. I have known her for years. I thought I knew her anyway.  Her name was Sage. She has brown hair with ocean green eyes and in the moonlight they flash back at you like an animal in the bushes. She is always the life of the party. Then one day I met the true Sage, the Sage she has hidden from me for all these years.

            Her story is mine. My story a slightly askew version of hers. Though I had not known, I think I have always known deep down she was the only one who knew what the calls were coming from at three in the morning and the trust issues originated. Like I said her story is mine. To bad we both found out too late. Maybe right when we needed it.

Sage

            I don’t usually get to go over to Ginger’s. I went once to color Easter eggs. That was the first time her mom left her alone with Daniel. I don’t know what happened but I do know Ginger was never the same.

            She told me she needed to talk to me. In my heart I think I know what it is about but then again you can never guess with Ginger. She is a whirlwind of thoughts, feelings, and actions. Never touching down long enough to get her bearings.

            I decided to walk. Even though she lives a near two miles away. I needed the chance to wind down form the day and driving in the car with my ever high-off-her-balls mom will just make me tense. I am glad that I walked the cool moonlight splashes over me through the trees. Since it is a full moon all the stars have been bleached from the sky leaving a black slate for the lonely moon to float in.

            The night is warm, not unusual for a Maine July, almost an uncomfortable warm. A slight breeze stirs the loose hair from my low pigtails, tickling my bare shoulders. Closing my eyes I run my hands along the squat bushes feeling the flicking leaves along my palm. I remember what Brian’s chest feels like under my same palm. Smiling I open my eyes and find my self on Ginger’s front lawn.

            Inside I can hear a low argument brewing. Without knocking on the door I head towards the side of the house, like Ginger told me to. Walking past two other windows I find Ginger’s opened just as she promised. Loud metal music leaks through the gaping window.

            “Ginger, can you hear me or has Escape the Fate burned your ear drums out yet?” Inside she turns down the music and her parent’s argument rises over it.

            “Sage climb in. I have a question.” Propping my hand on the windowsill, I life up and drop rather ungracefully onto her plush carpet. Lying on my back I look up and see her glow in the dark stars on her roof. Moving my eyes to Ginger’s she looks away and onto an invisible spot on the back wall.

            “Do you remember the day when you came over and colored Easter eggs and you left with my mom ‘cause your mom wouldn’t let you spend the night with out meeting her? Well, something happened when you left. I need to tell you before I do something I regret later.” Starring up at her through my bangs I can see that she is serious.

            “I just need you to promise to never tell anyone.”

            “I promise.” I whisper.

            “Okay,” she starts, taking a breath, “I heard a knock on the door so I opened it. My mom’s boss was there. Which you know since he had Easter dinner with us. Anyway, I let him in and told him that my mom and dad were out but should be back soon. He nodded and sat on the couch.” Taking another breath she lays her shaking hands on her lap. In a quiet voice she continues, “From the kitchen I heard him yell to get him a beer. Grabbing one I walk out into the common room. Setting the beer on the coffee table I look into his eyes. Sage, his eyes, they were like a lions. All hunger and burning need.” Looking at me she waits for me to nod and she continues, “He smiled and grabs my hand. He was good looking for a guy in his thirties. ‘You know I have never seen gold eyes like yours before.’ He said. Then he kissed me. Then kissing let to touching and then…” I could tell that there was a war raging behind those gold eyes.