Dripped In Jealousy

Grudges

It's Sunday, and I was driving down to Alice's house to check up on her. Ever since her parents died, she wasn't acting like herself at all. But I wanted to help her recover every step of the way, and that was what I was about to do now.

I pulled up in the yard, killing the engine. I sighed as I remembered the last time I was here. Alice and I had a fight, and her mom was still alive.

I forced myself to get outta my car and walk to the door. When I knocked, the door opened to reveal Alice's aunt, Holly. She was a short lady with dirty blonde hair and chubby features. I'm guessing she was Alice's guardian from now on.

She smiled at me, "Celine! How are you?"

I smiled back, "All is well. I actually came to see Alice."

"Well come on in then," she opened the door wider for me to enter.

I made sure to take off my leopard patterned kicks, before going up the stairs, while Holly went into the kitchen.

I stood in front of Alice's closed bedroom door, and I was starting to feel nervous. I forced myself to knock, which was barely audible, but Alice still opened the door. She looked as if she just woke up, with her messy blonde hair and bags under her eyes, not to mention the dark circles. Did she get any sleep at all?

"What's the problem?" Alice groaned, heading back to her bed. My mouth hung open when I saw her room.

It was the definition of messy. Piles of clothes were all over the place, even on her bed. Crushed papers were everywhere. I saw half eaten bags of chips on the floor, and some of the posters were on the verge of falling off the walls.

I even saw a roach run into her closet...

I didn't want to go in there, but I knew that I had to. Besides, people would kill me if they found out I let Alice live like this. I went straight to the bathroom, ignoring Alice's question, and I pulled out a pair of surgical gloves, along with a mask and a garbage bag, before heading back to her room.

Once I geared up, I started picking things off the floor, either placing them in the wash basket or in the trash. I even saw some books under her bed, that I placed on her desk. While I was tidying up Alice's room, she stayed on her bed, snoozing away.

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I was done cleaning up and sweating in forty minutes. I even made sure to kill that roach I saw earlier, and spray some pomegranate scented Lysol in here. Her room was as good as new, and Alice was still on the bed, sleeping through it all.

I gave her a gentle shove, trying to wake her up. She growled at me in the process, but eventually, she sat up.

"I cleaned up your room. It looked like a tornado passed through it or something," I chuckled.

"Really? I never noticed...until now," Alice shrugged. "Thanks...or whatever."

"Your welcome... so, what's up with you?"

"Nothing much. Literally. Ever since Hannah left, my life was like a blank sheet of paper," she sighed.

"Well...all you have to do is make use of that sheet of paper. Be creative. You know what they say. When life gives you lemons,..."

"Make lemonade," she finished. "But in this case, lemons would be my dead parents, right? How the fuck do you make lemonade out of that?" she laughed humorlessly. I frowned, not really knowing how to answer, but I tried anyway.

"You have to move on. If you let the past hold you down, your gonna get stuck, and you'll be blinded of the future. A good way to prevent that is to probably talk it out."