Light Bulb

Chapter three

CHAPTER THREE

I walked down on the stairs on my pajamas when I caught Albert making his way to the library, “Albert!” I called to make him stop at his spot and looked up at me, “I don’t feel well, is it alright if I don’t go to my lecture today?”

Albert has been always strict about school, even when I’m sick to death, I wasn’t allowed to stay home. I am waiting for Albert’s answer and like I predicted he shook his head no causing me to sigh, “Why did I even try?” I muttered. I continue my way down to tail Albert to the library for some work.

“Albert, I really do not feel like going. Can’t I just stay? At least for today only.”

“You really don’t feel good?”

“Yes!” I groaned in annoyance as I sat on my desk and Albert handed me the first proposal.

“Well, I see that your legs and hands still moves that only indicates on things.” I looked up from the paper and stared at him waiting for him to continue because I was too scared to ask ‘what’, “that you’re good enough for lectures today.” I glared at him and continued with the proposals.

Just as he handed the last proposal I stayed still, not moving even an inch. “Angel? Are you alright?”

“I can’t move-.”

“Nope!” he quickly cut me killing my chance to ask for permission to excuse me from my lectures today. “Why won’t you go to school?”

“Because I don’t want to, I want to go home.”

“This is home, Angel. At least from now on, it is home.” I signed the piece of paper and got up not saying a word as I left.  As I annoyingly shuffled my feet on the wooden floor, my head started to wonder about a light bulb.

“Will I see him today?” I smiled as I thought, “wait!” I then frowned, “do I what to see him? Why? Zack would kill us both, he would kill my light bulb only because my head can’t help but think of him.”

Why is it love can be used freely to other but to some it’s made limited? Why is it life can be amazing for others and cruel to some? Just as I reach my room, I lock the doors and sat on the floor as I leaned on the door.

I envy so many for the same reason those many think that their life is hard.  Many complain about their parents and siblings, and here I am sitting on the cold floor and taking it all in as I envy them with their stories of families since I have none to tell.

What is it about us humans? It’s as if nothing is ever enough for us, we could always crave more, crave as much as how our imaginations could bring. Yet it would only leave us broken and disappointed to think, to dream of something that’s so hard to reach.

“What would my life be now if I have everything? If I have both my parents and sister?” I smiled as I retrieve images of my parents and sister and put them together, “it would be amazing.” I answered happily.

But my happiness was slowly ripped a way of images of my mother and sister's coffin and my father’s departure. “Why would he leave like that? Not even a goodbye.” I questioned as I remember the day my father left, I watched from afar as he walked away from me.

The noise from out my room was the cause of my awake. As I opened my eyes, the room was pitch black, but I knew my room like the back of my head. I got up from bed and walked to my window to see that the sky was still dark, even the stars couldn’t be seen as if they have hidden from me.

I put one foot in front of the other as I slowly made my way to the door, to see what the cause of the noise was. As I slowly turned the knob of the door, the sudden feeling of fear crawled up my spine.