I flinch as I put my hands over my ears to try and push the earbuds further into my ears. They're yelling again, this time it's about money and how they can't afford to let me keep going to some stupid art school. I ran into my room when they started saying their money would be better spent sending me to some sort of early medical school. I said no, that I wanted to go to art school and they yelled that it wasn't about me.
Music was the only thing I could think of to drown the noise out and it wasn't working. I texted Carrie to try and tell her that they were fighting but she hasn't responded. So I turned the music up and curled into a ball and sat on the floor in the corner.
Out of nowhere, a pair of arms wrap around me and I start to jerk around until my earbuds fall out and I can hear Carrie's voice. She tells me to calm down and hands me my camera bag. We go out the window to the park.
Carrie sits on a swing and I sit next to her, both of us silent as a few kids take advantage of their last few minutes in the park. I take out my camera and start taking pictures of the cherry blossoms. The swings creak a little but other than that no sound comes from either of us.
"Did they hurt you?" she whispers, kicking the dirt with the toes of her sneakers. All I can do is nod.
"Not bad this time. Just yelled about how useless I was and how I could do so much more with my life. Mom will apologize tomorrow afternoon, we'll have a tense dinner, and in a few days it'll just happen again." Carrie sighs and I turn to her. She's laying back, gripping the swing chain as she stares at the stars.
"You'll join me there one day, right?" she whispers, her breath hot in the cold night air and creating swirls in dark night sky.
"Yeah," I whisper back, copying her position. "Don't worry, Carrie, I'll be with you." We both turn and look at each other. Her smile comforts me a little, tells me everything's going to be okay even if I know they aren't.
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In The Eyes Of a Saint
Teen FictionI stare at the cars. I stare at the people. I look up and I stare at the sky. I stare at the clouds. A few birds fly by. I stare at those, too. Then, I look at the buildings. Some are completely lit up. Others are only partially. I stare at the cars...
