Today Never Happened

Chapter Four

Kysen

Screams erupted from the speakers of my television. Jump scares didn't affect me in any way, so my body nor eyes flinched at the scene of the horror movie I loved. Films along the lines of supernatural beings, serial killers, or anything terrifying oddly calmed my nerves when I had nothing else to do so. All it took was thirty minutes of a scary movie and I was settled.

The bag of marshmallows had been empty for nearly two hours. My position on the sofa had not changed much since the first of four horror movies and I was starting to wish it was not dark outside.

Even though I knew of who patrolled the city from above at night and protected citizens, I still did not trust the streets and dark alleyways.

"He's so dumb," I mumbled to myself as I watched the male in the television grab a baseball bat to fight the skillful gunman killer.

A yawn suddenly racked me and I leaned my head back against the cushions. Seconds after resting my eyes from staring at a screen for five hours I threw the white blanket from my legs and stood. I stretched each limb to relieve the tensity.

My phone still lay scattered in pieces in my bedroom and I had made no move to clean it up. The tracker may have broken, but it also may not have; it slipped from my phone, then Casey stomped it with his foot. It sounded and looked like it was broken, but we could not be too sure.

Yet it still is in my apartment.

Light knocking from the window in my living room sounded over the film and I rose an eyebrow. I set the water bottle I had downed half of down on the counter and turned around in the dark. The screen blocked the clear view of the window and I hesitated to step near it to check. However, the familiar voice of one of the turtles calmed my nerves.

Once the window was pulled open, I could see Michelangelo in the moonlight. He gave me a smile and gestured me to join him on the fire escape.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. I closed the window behind me and quickly followed him to the rooftop.

"I wanted to stop by," he said. His small smile hadn't faltered and it was slowly growing more contagious. "Oh! Donnie wanted me to give you this. Y'know: since you smashed yours earlier."

Michelangelo placed the bulky cell phone in my hand and I examined it. The protective case was in the form of a turtle shell and it felt light despite its size. I ran my fingers over the dark screen and side buttons before smiling at him.

"It's pretty cool. Where did Donnie get this?"

"He makes cool stuff like that."

A smile formed on my lips. My gaze slowly moved from the phone in my grasp up to the hundreds of constellations in the night sky.

"What did you really come to see me for?" I started. "I mean aside from giving me a new phone."

"Have you ever gone skateboarding?" He blurted. I crossed my arms.

Nodding, I stuffed the small turtle shell into my hoodie's pocket. "Yes. I used to skateboard all the time with friends back in Utah."

Michelangelo's baby blue eyes instantly brightened a little more in the dim light and the smile that was constantly painted on his face grew. Within seconds and without another sound he grabbed my hand. I opened my mouth to question what he planned on doing, but when he started dragging me to the edge of the roof I couldn't get the words out.

The drop inched closer and closer and it caused my nerves to start up for the second time. I gripped his hand tighter in an attempt to catch his attention but he must have taken it as a sign of me telling him I was okay while I was quite the opposite.