Coming home? [Cameo, Brit]
Apr 19, 2015 22:07:29 GMT -5
Post by grim. on Apr 19, 2015 22:07:29 GMT -5
Today was going to bring up some interest. We had a new girl, at least that was what I was told prior to today. I was afraid, though I knew in my heart she would learn to hate me like the others. A small piece of me was still cradling the thought of friendship. Its not that I wasn't satisfied with the smiles of my two twin boy, who I wouldn't dare ask to replace. But sometimes it seems that it would be nice to have someone who speaks a little English. I made due with grunts, and moans, occasionally a giggle. Their smiles made my day a little brighter, though I still thirsted for more. Had this made me selfish? Had I become the self loathing snob that everyone says I am? More then likely, yes. I was beginning to care less for myself day by day. I figured why be hurt by their insults, when I could simply join in. Wasn't that how you made friends, follow the crowd?
I lay awake in my room, all by my lonesome. Wishing I had someone to share it with. They would have to acknowledge me then, right? It didn't matter though, I was here, and very alone. Staring at the ceiling of my bedroom. Watching the sun glide a crossed the perimeter of the walls, until my whole room was flooding with the morning sun. It was like most mornings, I spent them awake, in thought. I found myself thinking more so then others, maybe that's why I was a loss cause when it came to socializing. I sat up, pulling my auburn hair over my shoulder, and combing through it with my cracked finger tips. I chewed my nails when I was anxious, and being anxious had become a regular feeling. My murky blue eyes where blinded by the golden sun, causing me to squint in pain. The sun always seemed to welcome me rather willingly.
I stand from my bed, slipping my feet into a pair of rugged sneakers. Being sure that my face looked somewhat decent in the refection of my mirror, and adjusting my saggy, white t-shirt. I looked unkempt, but I had no one to impress. I could hear the entrance of an extremely nice lady, and the soft voice of a young girl. I wasn't ready to leave my room, so I simply listened. I sat at my vanity, filling my ears with such that I had no need to hear. Was this wrong? Was I meddling with something that would only land in disaster? I still couldn't help myself. I was desperate to know more about this Deja. I wanted to learn all there was to know.
I heard the heavy steps of someone descending down the near by stairs. It wasn't until I heard the shouts of that boy Quincy, and the crash of glass, that my body shook. My spin sent a jolt through my body, and forced me to my feet. A switch was flicked, and suddenly my mind wondered. Where was Camille? Was she okay? I couldn't loose her, not her. She meant the world to me, even more then the world. I was lost, and then she found me. I was dead, and then she gave me a chance. She was an angel sent from somewhere, even if there wasn't a god above.
I hear a door slam near mine, and I exit my room, rushing to the top of the stairs where I see her beautiful face. Glowing with kindness, and mercy, smiling that quirky smile that she always has. I knew that she wanted me to help, I knew she wanted me to do something. But I wasn't good enough, I wasn't like her. I never could follow in footsteps like hers. They simply where just to far out of my reach.
I would have to try, I couldn't disappoint her. She had went to hell and back for me, and I was willing to do the same. I turn to the recently slammed door, and I give her one last unsure glance. I was going to give it my best shot. I stand outside his door, afraid to see what was inside. Had he hated me, like the rest of them? More then likely yes, but it made no difference to me. I count to ten, and I press the door open, politely. I stand looking to my feet, for a short few seconds, before deciding to look him in the eye and speak. When my mouth opens, I regret ever making the decision to leave the clutches of my bedroom, my safe haven. "Um...wanna talk? Or something? I'm a good listener..." I say unsure.
