Divided

Chapter 5

                                                       MAX's P.O.V.

How could I be so stupid?! I broke Sarah's parents' special dishware. After that I didn't really feel for dinner. Sarah didn't shout on me. She said it's okay, but I know it's not. I apologized her. So that's what happens when I try to tell a girl I have feelings for her. I break her family's expensive plates. Rachel was a little bit of shocked but she didn't say anything. I really don't know are they eating that beef now or they're collecting the pieces of plates. I sat on my couch and turned the TV on. Couple of movies were showing on and news. I left one of random channels on. Not to watch, but to break the silence in the house. I always do that. Turn the TV on. I don't like the silence. It makes me remember that I'm alone. When my parents died when I was nine, I lived at my aunt Lucy's house. Now that I turned eighteen I'm living alone here in my parents' old house. The color on walls faded and the floors make squeaking noises, but I like it. It's somehow rustic and retro. The rain stopped, although it's still cold outside. I went in the shed and got my bow and arrows out. I walked down the path to the woods. The path's wet and muddy, so I soiled my shoes, but I don't mind. I need to practice, it'll help me calm down. I aimed the arrow. I missed. What is happening to me? Am I getting worse in this? It can't be. I got out another arrow and aimed it, this time on another tree. I shot it and I missed again. I knew then there's only one trick left. It was an old trick I used when I was beginning to practise archery. Old but maybe still helpful. I looked at the old tree about fifty foot away. I imagined Bill Accard standing there instead of the tree. I saw evil in his eyes. I saw death in his eyes. And then I saw his mocking grin. I saw emptiness in his mouth. I saw his soulless body. And then I shot the arrow. It hit the middle of the tree. This time, it was a perfect shot. Am I a monster? Am I a monster like Bill Accard was, just because I do this? I think of him and immediately I can make perfect shots. I hope not. After all, I have right to do it. He murdered my parents. Isn't that a crime above them all? I couldn't kill him for real. Can I at least do it in my mind? I looked back at the tree. Bill Accard was still standing there, but this time with an arrow in the middle of his forehead and blood that leaked from the wound arrow made. The grin was gone too. It was replaced with pressed mouth. Maybe it was anger, maybe it was surprise, but whatever it was I was satisfied with it. After that I went back home.

At home there was a message on phone waiting for me. It was from Sarah. I played it.

"Hey Max. I just wanted to tell you that you don't need to worry about those broken dishes. I found out that those weren't so special as we thought. If those were my grandma's dishes, then you'd get my mother really mad. But she tell's it's okay, and that's not a big damage. I mean, if anyone in this town doesn't need to be worried about broken dishes those are my parents. Anyways, I's really like to hear what you wanted to tell me. Maybe you can come tomorrow. My dad is going on a business trip and my mom is going with him. Rachel's gone too, so you can come.... We'll be alone.... Um... Well, that's all I wanted to say, my battery's going to run out. See you later!" - the voice mail said.

So, it looks like I didn't make a great damage. But can I really tell Sarah what I feel about her? She sounded strange too, maybe she figured out what I wanted to tell her. Well, what's done, is done.
I decided to go to bed and sleep the whole day. I really want it to pass. I hope when I get up tomorrow morning I won't remember anything.