City

City Boy

    I wake up late to the sound of my phone beeping aimlessly. I turn it off and soon head back to sleep. Then I get a call. I pick my phone and answer with spunk in my voice. "Hello?" I was surprised to hear the voice of my father on the other side of the phone. "Hello, son!" He said cheerfully.

I got up and looked out the window. My father explained how he transferred my sister to a school close to mine and he wanted her to live with me.

My sister and I loved each other once. I think. But I don't remember that time. All I remember is that I loved writing poetry.

So father sent me to a school in New York because he believed there was nothing left for me there.

My sister thought after all that we'd still be as close. But we weren't. She tried and tried and tried to make things how they used to be but it never worked.

I didn't really know how to connect with her again so I just focused on poetry.

We grew farther than ever after that. So we don't really speak. But now my dear old dad wants her to live with me and I told him.. "Sure." I tell my father.

About a week later she showed up at my doorstep. My dad's money alone could help me get a house to let alone one with two bedrooms but that for an accident, so I had a job. Dad helps with the bills.

"Hey, sis." I gave her an awkward smile before she made herself at home. She came in and put her bags on the floor then she went to the kitchen.

She didn't do anything she just stood in the kitchen. Dad told me that the kitchen was her happy place.

I guess she wasn't prepared to see me. "City." I words softened "Let's start over okay. We can make new memories." I told her.

She slowly stepped out of the kitchen and reached her hand out to me. I took it and we shook hands. I showed her to her room and helped her unpack.

She talked and she was pretty fun to talk to. Everything was fine.

Everything was fine until I went to sleep. I didn't have a dream it was...more of a memory.

City and I. We were small.
I was on a roof there a bunch of kids yelling "Do it" and a girl with blond hair in the front of them.

City was on the roof screaming at me to come down but I fell.

I woke up sweating. It must've been hot because I smelled bacon. I took a shower trying to forget.

Maybe I should ask City about it. Or maybe I'm just going crazy. Those memories are lost. There's no way I'm getting them back now.

I walk into the living room as I brush my teeth. The smell of bacon gets thicker?