Ryder Meyers is like a porcelain doll. Lifeless, and made of glass that could shatter with a snap of a finger. Sitting on the shelf, collecting dust, and waiting for someone to pick him up, and show him admiration, to brighten up his world of black...
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"You were a capsule buried in the snow. I found you in the springtime." —Young Mister
R Y D E R
I rushed into her house when she stepped out of the way, I hid from all windows and waited for the police cars to pass. My breathing was lathered, and I felt my hands tremble inside my pockets.
I probably killed him, my thoughts rushed. He's probably being rushed to the hospital right now because of what I did.
I furiously rubbed my face with my bruised knuckles, and I let out a shaky breath.
My ears listened as April walked around the house, at times the sounds of clicking of a lock found my ears, but my brain never comprehended the sounds itself. My brain was too pre-occupied with what I did only minutes ago.
"Jesus Christ," I heard April mutter from the living room, I peeked from behind the wall I was leaning on and watched as April peeked behind the curtains subtly. Red and blue lights on top of cars rushed passed us, the loud sirens echoing through the night, and through my ringing ears.
My breath hitched in my throat when one of the cop cars stopped in front of the house. My mind started racing, and I felt like I was going to collapse with the number of nerves I had.
"Ryder," April spoke when two cops came out of the car and started to approach the house.
"Oh my god," I muttered and I felt my knees weaken, "I'm going to get arrested, I'm going to go to juvie. I don't want to go to jail again. . ." My rant trailed off and I felt my chest heave up and down in pure, utter panic.
"Ryder!" April hissed and grabbed my face, I found her eyes. April's face featured almost as much panic as my own, almost as much as me. "You need to hide," she demanded. "When they are gone, you explain everything. No exceptions, if the cops come knocking at my door looking for you, then I need an detailed explanation. You understand?"
I furrowed my brows, "What do you mean? You're not going to turn me in? Why would you do—"
I was cut off by a loud and aggressive knock from the door, and my face morphed into a sickly pale color.
"Go!" April hissed and pushed me into the small closet that was placed under the stairs.
"April—" I called after her, but she only held a finger to her lips.
"Please," she said, "Just be quiet, and let me help you." Those words made my shoulders slump, and I let her close the small closet.
"But you've already helped me enough," I whispered as I heard the front door open.
