I made a club-join, please-Know I'm Here
Know I'm Here~Chapter-2
ERIC:
The words slowly swooshed by me, me trying to grab them with all the force I could produce and they blowing past faster than the light. I tried hard to concentrate on the music, but slowly it was fading in the background, only light beats of it reaching my head. It wasn't like I couldn't hear the music, it was reaching my ears, but a block prevented it from letting it enter my brain. I tried to pull out the block, but failed miserably. I pressed the switch off button to my iPod and reclined back on the bus seat covered with feathered upholstery.
The only music ringing in my ears was of the song that me and Ellen had danced to on the prom night. The Celtic music with drum beats and high brass music was enough to welcome a non-dancer like me. I had clutched on her waist, as thin as waffles and drove down in her eyes, like they were a tunnel, full of light. I had looked into her deep amber eyes, contemplating whether I had made a mistake leaving Amy, or whether I was too harsh on her-but that was just a thought, it came and went, like an off-season wind. The truth was Ellen made me feel the way no other girl ever had. She could read my mind, act upon what I've been thinking before I could, just be there for me when I needed her.
Was it wrong of me to want her beside me, a want of listening her speak 'Eric' in her downtown accent with a slight humor adjoining it? Or was it wrong of me to see her grin and watch the light reaching her eyes and twinkling them up? Maybe it was, when her grandmother was nursing her broken ribs at a hospital in a town in a State far away from Buffalo. She needed Ellen more than I needed. But the pain...
I tried to stretch my glance as far away as I could, in hope of finding something interesting, something to put my interest to. But wherever my eyes went, I saw gleeful couples hugging and chattering. I felt a sudden pang of jealousy, my heart burning to a reaction of caustic soda. Looking away from there, I turned my eyes to the robust looking driver who was now climbing the bus, with his beard hanging like wires. I almost laughed. It was a good way of filling up the hole Ellen had created. I should have been accustomed to her long absences by now, her sudden disappearances to her ailing grandma(who also had a broken rib to her credit) did freak me out sometimes but she couldn't forget one relationship to appease the other. I was mature that ways, you see?
I watched the driver turning the key to the ignition and the bus roared to life. I felt the ground under me shaking, and sending tremors up to my waist. That's when I saw them. On a street opposite the bus, stood Amy curled up in Jake's arms, his chin resting on her shoulder and her face locked tight to his chest with invisible steel chains. She pulled her face up for a second and I saw her smiling, reaching for something in her pocket. They were standing on a side street , feet apart from our bus. If you had asked me to describe what I had felt, I would have better walked on moon. But I was surprised that I felt something. Past is not worth digging up, right? So practically there should have been no rigging up on my part, no feeling at all, but I felt something. I felt my heart contracting to form a cackling sound, but of course I was daydreaming? Contracting? Cackling? I felt like I was sad, but I guessed I was because of Ellen, but suddenly the sorrow had multiplied itself after I saw Amy. What a joke! Inside of me myriads of emotions bubbled up, making me want to puke.I felt like a girl sitting here, missing her boyfriend and sulking. And daydreaming.
I felt a twinge of guilt thinking about Amy and Jake. I felt I was betraying Ellen, stabbing her at the back. But of course that was just a confused emotion still lingering inside me, nothing more. Maybe I was just making the feeling thing to keep me distracting. I lazily curled up my legs and locked them with my hands and scrunched shut my eyes for a second but opened them again as vivid flashes of Ellen took over their place. I sighed and looked again where Amy and Jake had been standing and I wondered if they had noticed me. I didn't want them to think I was spying on them or something-that would be so awkward for me. They were still there. But now Jake was hopping into his car and Amy was waving him goodbye. She smiled and winced, her books in a tight grasp. A drop of water came tumbling down the window and rolled to the right hand side of the window, being followed by another. Slowly, the whole window was a mixture of broken rain-drops, splitting up into more and running down the window. A pink and blue colour sparkled off with the sun burning down hard on the window. A rain amidst sunshine was something I really didn't like. Just when you would feel a drop trickling on your skin and making you cold, wiping away all the anguish and all the worries, the sun would mercilessly shower its hard rays upon us.
Fidgeting with my thumb, I later realized that my eyes were burning in a similar fashion my heart had ached. A sudden pain in my canthus brought down a liquid gushing down my eyes and I sat there holding tight my eyes, afraid to be dehydrated soon. When I was stable enough to realize that the pain was actually not coming from my eyes, but my heart, I sprang up. What was I doing? Being jealous of Amy and Jake? Amy had all the rights in the world to be happy and all the more after I left her.
I felt my muscle being knocked when a pair of knuckles made a contact with my back. I whirled around to find Bob standing on the back with his baseball cap shifted to the right, and his loose shirt hanging like a cloth hanging for drying. He smiled and sat next to me. I rotated my shoulder a bit to do away with the pain and continued staring out of the window. No Amy. No Jake! I felt a sudden relief shooting in my veins and I turned back to face Bob and smiled. He furrowed his eyebrows after measuring the intensity of my crazy smile and shrugged. Lost in a world of our own, we both stared at the driver in silence and tried to fill the emptiness of today by each other's warm company. If I am not wrong Bob was going to experience the worst day of his life because today was the day the court would hear his parents' divorce case. He was going to be one of the witness. I tried to wonder how he was feeling, but I failed. I had never had experience the happiness of having a father. Never. And not unless God gave me powers like he gave Jim Carey was I going to experience it. At a tender age of three months in my mother's womb, I lost my dad to a bomb blast in Pakistan. What was he doing there? Yeah, right, he was an American army soldier. Now when I think of it, I can't swallow the fact that my father had been passionate about serving his country. And what about me? Did he ever think about me? But mom says he didn't know I was going to be born and anyways he had joined the army just two months before. I looked over at Bob, my eyes scrutinizing him, trying to find what was going on his mind.
"Dude, fine?" I asked him, for a moment forgetting my sorrow of not having Ellen by my side.
"Yeah. Guess so. " He said and clucked out his tongue, licking it.
"Sure?" I smirked, raising my eyebrows. He looked at me now, wondering why probably his jerk friend had become so concerned for him. He nodded, and entwined his fingers into each other, shaking the bird figure slowly. He bit off the edge of his lips and started staring at an imaginary point in the air. I stretched out my hand and kept it on his shoulder, rubbing it slightly. We all started tumbling as the bus started on its way on the roads of Buffalo.
"When't the hearing?" I said, after we had covered two minutes' journey.
"Just after I reach at my home. Mom's gonna take me there. Doesn't trust dad with me. Like I'm some two year old." He spoke sadly, but replaced the emotion with a grimace.
"Everything's gonna be alright." I heard myself whisper, not sure if what I was saying was correct or not.
"Whatever," he replied, and turned to look at Stella, his crush. I was again alone.
Burying myself into my math problems, I chewed the end of my pencil and looked over at my dark reflection being formed inside the coffee. The dark, low on milk coffee rippled and showed an image of me that seemed to be a distorting Eric, with a disturbed look and a face as sad as...Mona Lisa? I shook my head, saw the other Eric repeating the same thing, his face reflecting back a look of great sorrow and worry, which knocked on my heart and without any invitation housed itself there. My heart began leaping, and I felt an awful lot of frustration for no special reason at all. I had been used to Ellen disappearing for a few days, but still a pain lingered inside of me. I groaned. Frustrated enough to throw away the whole room, I pushed myself up from the seat and lazily strolled in my bedroom, not quite sure what was it that I wanted.
As if the circuit had just been completed, a bulb lighted up in my mind and I suddenly had a solution to all of my uncertain problems. I didn't have a mirror right there but if I would have, I really could have seen my face blushing into shades of scarlet, and a new spark adjoining my face. Lifting off my foot, I approached for the drawer where I kept all of my important documents or the ones I wanted to hide. Reaching up there, I pulled out the case, a scattered matter filled up entirely with rubbish-old pencils now spread in fragments, unevenly shabby erasers, a thick diary with few pages tore from the front, and some other things which I didn't remember ever possessing. I rummaged through the drawer, looking for a big diary with a ninja drawn on its front, holding up a sword to his nose and blinking. I recalled calling the ninja the 'sleeping ninja'. After few seconds, most of the contents were lying down shabbily on the floor, with papers flying in the air like airplanes and crashing down against the carpet. No Ninja. I re-checked to make sure I had not missed even a nook of the place, but in vain. Everywhere I saw dozens of paper, identical pencils but no sign of a notepad. Sighing heavily, I slumped myself down on my bean bag and closed my eyes.
"Ellen! I don't know where I missed your number," I called out aloud, to no one in particular, of course. The voice went through my windpipe and thrashed down in my own ear drums. Fighting the urge to tear apart all the sheets scattered on the floor, I rubbed my head and tried to stay calm.
"Think, think." I started again. My room running in my trance, I thought of possibly all the corners my little brain could keep the notepad in. When at last I didn't have any idea where I could find the damn notepad, I picked up my cell phone from my study desk. I speed dialed and waited for the owner of the number to pick up. Three seconds, since I was counting I am sure, a soft voice addressed me and I smiled.
"Mom. It's Eric," I said.
"Of course you are." She giggled, and continued, "what is it?" I sensed some urgency in her voice.
"Are you busy?"
"Kind of. Now be quick."
"Um, actually, have you been cleanin' my room?"
"Nah, definitely not. Why do you ask?" Her voice was getting flatter. I didn't realize she had a job to keep.
"I can't find my ninja notepad, " I replied and felt embarrassed at the same time for the question of one of my childhood belonging rose.
"Oh, that?" She laughed. "No, I have no clue. What's up with it?" She asked, now turning more suspicious of her teenage son trying to find something that had been buried deep inside...my closet?
"Mum, it's fine. I got it." I squeaked, and I could hear her mumble something behind the phone.
"Sure?" She was baffled.
"Yeah!" I assured her.
" 'kay, then. See yaa."
All that had been taking refuge in my closet came tumbling down towards me, looking like a huge tornado sending waves up and high, then rolling down and forming a curved U. Before I could turn back and close down the closet, I was covered in a mess which had a huge diversity. From old beer cans to tattered jeans, from the rustic old books to worn out sweatshirts, all covered me. I tried to push away all that was trying to choke me to death, and they must have wobbled in the air before crashing down centimeters apart.
Sniffling the air for the beer smell, I reached forward to the closet in hope of finding the notepad. Out of the little things left in the closet, there was a big perfume bottle, something I had forgotten about. I held it up, examining it and then I saw it there. Under where the bottle had been warming up its bottom laid a small black coloured notepad with a ninja holding a sword next to his ears and wearing an opaque solid black coloured veil kind of thing greeted me with eyes that sent shivers down my spine. With butterflies fluttering in my stomach, and the hope of listening Ellen's voice secreting adrenaline through my veins, I flipped its pages. I must have been utterly harsh while doing this because later I could trace the pipe like structures that my brutality had caused on the surface of the sheets, and I saw some pages bearing tattered ends. Most of the pages otherwise bore the weird outcomes of my trial at painting from my childhood. There were different geometrical shapes drawn with lines which had no idea of where to move. With colours filling the outside rather than the inside, I couldn't be classified into a good painter. When I could nowhere find out the number Ellen had given me to call her if I needed her, I had a sudden urge to tear apart the pages into rubbles, but I controlled myself. A breath in. A breath out. That's what they say to do when most confused or hyper.
As if the numbers were going to come back through magic, I again looked over each sheet, but the results were not in my favour. Again. Flipped. Again. Kept on turning the pages. No result in favour.
Maybe it was the sixteenth time I had done this or maybe it was fourteenth, but figures in this case didn't matter to me. After another round, I became exhausted and crashed down on the bean bag yet again, taking out my grudge on the innocent notepad when something white dropped down on the floor. Bending down slightly, I reached for the rectangular white object resting on my carpet. I held it up with my hand and turned it around.
The sour and sweet memories came swirling towards me like a tornado, pushing me towards an unknown island. I strangled to reach safe to the shore and witness yet another sunrise. Broken images of my time with Amy kept on rotating in my head, from the time when we first went out for dinner to the time when I had left her on the way alone, to run behind Ellen. Her sobs reverberated in my head and I had felt a slight tinge of pride in having someone cry for me, while I enjoyed my days with Ellen. Maybe I had been too rude or weird after I left her. When she came up with Jake, I had teased her. How would she have felt? In the past three months, this thought had never entered my mind, but now as I saw more of me and Amy in the photograph in front of me, I could not ignore the fact that I had been selfish all these months, not once thinking of her, and just thinking about myself. Didn't I love her before? Or Ellen's love had casted a magic spell on me that I couldn't see anything beyond her? Anything human?
As the questions surfaced on my mind, I kept on looking at the Polaroid image of Amy smiling at me, her blonde curls trickling down her shoulders and her grin reaching up to her cheeks. I felt a sober me peering up at me, protecting his girlfriend by keeping a hand around her and making funny faces.
What had I become now?
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