Ok, for all people who looked at my previous post...you can throw most of that away : - )
Prologue
The air was warm. The soft grass twinkled with morning dew clinging on to it like a million diamonds being spread out on the ground. The crescent moon stared down from the sky with gleaming eyes. It was a perfect night to escape.
Scccrrrreeeeeccccchhhhh. A window of Reverie’s own Time Out Center opened. The sound couldn’t have been more than a whisper in the winds—a skill learned of a true con artist. Though this was no skill—this was pure instinct. A white sheet bunched together with rubber bands was thrown out of the window and was slowly lowered towards the ground. A classic get away. The shape of a head poked out of the window and looked around like a vulture scanning his territory. The coast was clear and all was ready to make the escape that would go down in history. Escaping The Big Guy. As a ghostly shadow was nearly half way down the rope on the side of the building, a yelp and a grunt could be heard. A scarlet red line made its way down the rope as if someone took a petite paint brush and stroked the white sheet with a shaky hand. The shadow made its first mistake.
When the shadow met the last of its rope, it jumped down onto the ground. And at that, he ran into the distance. His now stained white rope was left dangling out of the window, swinging gently back in forth like how a mother rocks her child to sleep. The shadow trekked through the front lawn of the Time Out Center and didn’t dare look back. With each step onto the golden pavement lined with rubies, its gait became more and more filled with pride.
The shadow stopped walking. Little circles of dirt where spinning around at his feet. The air went cold. Suddenly, a tornado seemed to enclose the shadow in itself. A scream could be heard. But just as the shadow was about to let out another blood-curdling yell, it stopped. The wind died down and the dirt fell back in place. But, the shadow was no where to be seen. It was gone.
On the other far end of the street, someone slowly appeared in thin air. It was a woman with long frizzy dreadlocks wearing flowing purple robe with exquisite patterns. Her skin was a very dark tan yet radiated with this magnificent light all around her. Her eyes were brown and shined even more brightly almost like a cat’s. Though, there something about her eyes that was captivating. There was something almost heavenly.
Chapter 1
I shuddered as my mother’s depressed face slowly transformed into that you-know-what-so-don’t-even-ask type of look. I felt warm tears trickle out of my eye sockets.
“I-I thought w-we were staying h-here.” I stammered between sniffs. I could feel the anger and sadness building up in both us.
“R-right?”
“It depends.” She grunted and turned the heels of her shoes towards the front door and walked out. The door made the usual screeching noise and then made a head on collision with the entryway sending an earthquake throughout the house. And at that, I was alone in the house again.
I wanted to scream at her sometimes. I love my Mom but sometimes she didn’t seem like a Mom at all. She acted more like my friends like when we play around with make up and our cell phones. Usually, I think that having your mother as your best friend is a blessing though now it’s just being childish. Young and foolish. I wipe the tears off my face with my sleeve. I hate crying though the Beatles usually cheer me up. “Help” has been my favorite song lately but that would mean I would have to walk by the cabinet. The cabinet filled with the millions of vinyl records that Dad collected.
I sigh and walk over to the kitchen table to rest my legs after a long screaming-and-crying-my-anger-out-at-mom sessions. The table is horribly messy with newspapers, applications, and obituaries that there isn’t a clear space to rest my elbows and think. Thinking used to be my favorite past time though now I wish I would get out of the habit. A long thinking session is now notorious for ending in tears. So, instead of letting my thoughts roll into my mind like a conveyor belt, I try to limit my thoughts to those of what I can do next.
The house is abnormally quiet so it is almost sweet to just sit and listen to the noises you are usually oblivious to. The vent is making a whistling sound and I can hear the distant humming of my computer. Though, the silence was short-lived. Unfortunately.
Riiiinnnnnngggggg. I jump at the sound of the phone and hurry to the other side on the room where the counter is.
RRiiiiiiinnnnnnnngggg. I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming.
RRRRiiiiiiin-. Gotcha.
“Hello?” I said.
“Are you alone?” It was him again. His deep husky voice seemed to sink into my skin with sharp rabid teeth.
“Can anyone hear you?” He sounded annoyed. I could feel a cold line of sweat tear down my back. My palms suddenly were barely clasping around the phone.
“I…I don’t know.” I stammered.
“Look, Jesse, when you’re ready to talk,” His voice changed to almost parental.
“I’ll be here. Waiting.”
“Ok.” I said.
Click.
I slowly put the phone down as if my slow motion would make it that the phone call never happened. This is the third time he’s called. I don’t know his name. But he knows mine.
Hope this isn't as confusing!
