One WordA Story by Aianarie (INACTIVE)This story was published in 2010 by the Springfield Public Library (OR). I have made a few changes to the original, but most of it is the same.One Word I lie here alone, staring at the rain
that falls incessantly outside. I hear
the sounds of the raindrops pattering on the roof and windows, the faint hum of
emo rock on the stereo, and the constant tick-tock of the clock on the wall
behind me. It’s like a deathwatch in my
bedroom. I glance at my desk in the
corner. It’s covered in artwork, old
homework papers, and other stuff. You
can barely see my laptop. I also have a
large bookshelf, which shows off my huge collection of books. Fantasy and science fiction, classics and
poetry"everything I love. But none of
that seems to matter now. Nothing. Not my books, not the college acceptance
papers, not my art supplies, not my binders full of things I wrote. Poetry, stories, song lyrics, letters. Most of them were for her, and she never got
to see them. It’s unbearably depressing
to know that she will never, ever see
them. Then there is my bed. Queen-sized and covered with disheveled blue
bedding in a similar color to my curtains.
It hasn’t been properly made since… That’s where I am now. Lying in the half darkness, so alone,
distraught. I lie there, silent against
my pillows. In my right hand is my
rosary; in my left, my favorite photo of her and me. For over a week I have been praying to God
that he would bring her back to me, even though I know that would never
happen. Even so, the hope comforts
me. It’s all I have. I loved her.
I still love her. I miss her. I stare at the photograph, in its
tiny frame. The photo was taken about a
month before our high school graduation.
I was smiling in the picture, as I usually did when I was with her. She had her arms around me, her golden hair
flying about in the wind. Compared to
dark-haired, dark-eyed me, she looked like an angel with her warm skin and
emerald green eyes. Like a dream. I can’t stop the tears. Every time I look at that picture, it reminds
me of her and the day that she died. Everything reminded me of her and that
day. I blink rapidly and sigh out my
heart. Blessed are they who mourn, for they shall be comforted. But there is no comfort for me
here. It only took one word to change
everything. One word to bring me to this
desolation. Goodbye. ~*~ I
woke up on May 27th, at 7:10 a.m. as usual. For a moment I just stared at the ceiling,
thinking of the dream that I had.
Something about getting tickets to a Fall Out Boy concert on Facebook
and…ice cream. I couldn’t remember all
the details. Then I remembered that
today was Graduation Day. Words couldn’t
describe the feeling of ecstasy that rose into my chest as I nearly leaped out
of bed. I did it. I survived thirteen whole years of Saint
Catherine of Siena Academy. K-12, baby. I practically danced into the
shower, humming random snippets of very random songs. Some of them rather irrelevant, but
nonetheless fun to hum. I sprayed on Axe, ran some gel
through my thick black curls, shoved my nerdy-chic glasses on, and winked at
myself in the mirror. I was perfectly
aware that I was being cocky and ridiculous.
For today, that was A-OK. I wore a grin wider than my head as
I yanked on underwear, my khakis, and white dress shirt. This was the last time I would have to put on
my uniform. Ever. I snorted with laughter and slung the navy
blazer over my shoulder, grabbing my tie and messenger bag on the way out of my
room. I was whistling as I clambered down
the stairs; Mom called me before I reached the last step. “Rias!
You got ten minutes! Don’t be
late on your last day of
school!” She paused to say something to
my sister Jennifer, who sounded irritable as usual. I’m the fifth youngest of ten children, stuck
somewhere in the middle. Four underneath
me, five above. People say that Jenny
and I have our mother’s face. I
disagree. “Are you driving the van? Or your car?”
Mom shouted. I emerged from the staircase,
knotting my tie. “Do you want me to
drive them to school?” I said, cocking
my head in my younger brother Elias’ direction.
He’s a sophomore. Yeah, Zacharias
and Elias. My two younger brothers
(twins) are Tobias and Jeremias. Funny,
huh? My older brothers all have names
that end with "ias too. We got the whole Old Testament going on here. “That would be great, honey, would you do that for me?” Mom said.
I pursed my lips and pretended to think.
She slapped me with a kitchen towel, and I yelped. “Yes, mother.” I said, sarcastically. She shook her head and stood on her toes to
reach my six-foot height. She hugged me tightly
and kissed my cheek. “My son. Graduating from high school. A young man.
I’m so proud of y"“ she began,
but I backed away. “Hey, mom, don’t cry until the
ceremony, okay?” I said,
half-jokingly. She raised her hand to
slap me with the towel again, but I rushed out the door before she had a chance
to swipe my backside. I loaded Eli, Jenny, Toby, and Jerry
into the car. I have nicknames for each
of my brothers and sisters. My favorite
was for my first older sister, Elliana.
While most of my family calls her Ella, I call her Smella. It was a short, ten-minute drive to
school. I had done this so many times
that it felt like second nature to me. In
the van my brothers and sister continuously talked and argued, while I was too
absorbed in my own personal thoughts to hear.
One hand on the wheel, the other hanging out the window. Paramore’s The Only Exception streamed from the radio, and I subconsciously
tried to remember that dream I had last night.
The other half of my brain was working double overtime thinking of how
beautiful Camellia was and wondering how I did on my finals and what my final
GPA was and what expression I was gonna make when Father Cohen finally hands me
that diploma. ~*~ At
school, my fellow seniors and I had decided to get together in the gym for some
casual reminiscing (while the lower grades still have classes until
June"suckas!) before tonight"the last time we would be in this school together
as students. We still had to do a
run-through of the graduation ceremony with the whole school body at
10:30. We weren’t looking forward to
that, but it was necessary to make sure that nothing embarrassing happened at
the real thing. I stood in front of my lockers (small private
school=fewer students=two lockers for each student), dumping their contents
into a cardboard box. I almost threw
away my salutatorian speech thinking it was a returned paper. I took that out of the trash bag and
un-crumpled it. It was a fairly good
speech, perfectly accented by my clever humor and smart-a*s linguistics. Lia’s was no doubt better, however. She had already finished her valedictorian
speech weeks ago. Apparently everyone
knew she was going to be valedictorian.
I smiled at that. My girlfriend
was terribly intelligent. Not to mention
so beautiful that it practically hurt to think about. I slammed the empty lockers shut and headed
for the gym. There were seven of us seniors. I know, not a very impressive number"but hey,
it’s a lucky number, plus, ours was the biggest graduating class the Academy
had ever had. You can imagine we’ve
grown pretty close; we’re all good friends. I arrived in the gym first, or at
least I thought I did until I saw Lia sitting on the bleachers, reading a book
as usual. She was so engrossed in her
reading that I was able to step behind her and tug on her brown-blond
ponytail. At first she just ignored me,
until I pulled harder. “Rias!
Knock it off!” she laughed, closing
her book with a thud. I laughed as she
adjusted her ponytail, and then I heard the gym door open with Mary
Evangeline’s loud voice. I braced myself
for a bear hug from my cousin. “Rias! My favorite cousin!” Her booming voice reverberated throughout the
entire gym. I sighed to myself. Blond moment number five-thousand-something
for Mary Evangeline. How can a brunette
be so blond? “You said"quite adamantly, might I
add"that Margaret was your favorite cousin.
If my memory so serves me correctly.”
I said. Lia smiled and glanced
knowingly at her best friend. “Oh, shut up.” Mary said, slapping my shoulder. “Fine, my second-favorite cousin. There.” Sebastian and Seth came up behind
us. Sebastian put his arm around Mary
(which I thought was kind of awkward, considering that he was her ex-boyfriend)
and the other around Lia. Seth enters
our circle with his hands in his pockets. “So you have two girlfriends now,
Ian?” I said, glaring at him. He just wrinkled his nose at me. “Jealous.” he said.
Seth and Mary laughed, but Lia just smiled at me and rolled her eyes. Ian looked around me. “But where’s my third? Where’s Liz?
She wasn’t at prayers.” I looked
past him through the gym door windows, and saw Elizabeth emerge from the girls’
bathroom. She spotted us and came in. “Bad hair day.” she said, straightening her headband. “So you missed prayers on your last
day of school? You’re so unholy.” joked Mary.
Liz stuck out her tongue. “I am holy. I went to the 7:00 a.m. Mass yesterday and
prayed two rosaries.” she said proudly,
although we all knew she was lying. “Naughty girl.” said Lia, “You shouldn’t fib.” She pouted melodramatically. “Well, I did go to the early Mass.” I huddled all of us together with my
long arms. “This is it you guys. We’re finally graduating.” “Woot.” said Ian and Seth at the same time. “Well, let’s do this thing!” I shouted in my loudest possible voice. I began to march around my friends like the
total retard that I was. The girls and
Seth laughed hard. “You’re such a dork.” said Mary. “Charge!” said Lia emphatically, thrusting her fist
into the air. “Quit your strutting, Rias,” said
Ian, frowning, “We don’t want no High
School Musical here.” ~*~ “Remember
last year when Mr. Salette was trying to reinforce segregation?” said Ian,
leaning casually against the bleachers. “He
practically barked ‘SEGREGATED RECESS!!!’ at a group of guys and girls. Pat’s face was priceless, and Eli nearly
jumped out of his pants. Tina looked
like she wanted to punch him.” We all laughed. “I remember that.” said Lia, “Mary and I were in that
group. She and I ran into the girl’s
bathroom and laughed our heads off.” she
paused for a moment, “I miss Tina. She’s
graduating this year too.” I tapped a pen against my lip,
thinking, and then I pointed the pen at Ian.
“It was funnier when you were closing the clasp on Lia’s necklace in the
concession room and Mr. Salette thought you were massaging her.” Ian nearly snorted with laughter, which is
unusual for him. Lia flushed a bit but
laughed with him. “That’s just…wrong.” she said.
Mary frowned. “I never heard about this!” she exclaimed. Liz patted her shoulder. “There’s probably many things you
haven’t heard about, Mary Evangeline.” Mary glared at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “What’s hilarious is that the whole
segregation thing was really tight in the beginning of the school year, then as
the year progressed, it started to dissipate.
The teachers really didn’t care anymore.” I said, scribbling random words down on a
scrap of paper. “They finally realized that they
can’t really stop it, and they can’t be monitoring us every a second. Besides, we’ve been good, they probably
realized that we’re all Catholic kids and we’re not gonna do anything
stupid.” said Seth, rolling his eyes. “You’ve
been good, maybe.” said Ian,
smirking wickedly. Mary gaped at him. “You know what, subject
change!” she pointed a clear-polished
(the only ‘color’ the school uniform policy allows) fingernail at him, “You
should go to confession just for making that face.” Ian shrugged as Liz laughed softly. “Ah…so many memories. It would take us forever to think of them
all.” remarked Lia. “Especially considering that Liz, Gabe,
and I have been here since kindergarten…hey, where is Gabe?” I said, looking
around. “That jerk; playing hooky on the
last day of school.” said Mary, shaking
her head. “We probably won’t see him
until tonight.” “They’re gonna throw away everything
in his lockers if he doesn’t empty them.”
added Seth. “So,” said Liz, “Are you and Lia going to get
married this summer, hmm?” Lia and I burst out laughing. “Well, uh, maybe not this summer.” I said.
Lia nodded in agreement. “After
college, definitely...” I leaned over so
Lia and I were nose-to-nose. I could
sense Ian’s smirk behind me, as well as Mary’s fondness, Seth’s obliviousness, Gabriel’s
absence, and Elizabeth’s slight hint of jealousy and regret that she had asked
the question. But I ignored them. I kissed Lia softly. For the last time. ~*~ The
rest of that day happened so quickly that I hardly remember it. If I think hard I can recall bits and pieces
of the graduation ceremony and the after-party, like a soundless,
black-and-white police demonstration of a crime. But what happened after our graduation just drowns it all out. I remember it. Painfully, I remember it. I remember sitting on the couch at home,
10:15 p.m. I was still dressed in my cap
and gown. The Saint Catherine of Siena
diploma sat on the coffee table in front of me.
I was caught in a reverie of studying history at University of Dallas
until I felt my cell phone buzz in the pocket of my slacks. I took it out. It was a text from Lia. Smiling, I opened it. thisis
not a joke zachharias im dying goodby Iloveyou yousomuchiluvu What? I didn’t quite get it, so I read it again. This
is not a joke. Rias, I’m dying. Goodbye. I love you. Goodbye. I was still confused (and a
little worried), so I sent a reply. No
answer. Ten minutes later, I got a call
from Lia’s mother telling me that Lia had died in a car accident while driving
home from the graduation ceremony. Some
b*****d’s car had slammed into the side of Lia’s, crushing her. The police had found her cell phone still
gripped in her hand. I
cried so hard that my mom wouldn’t let me go to the funeral the next day. So I’ve been locked up in my room ever since. I don’t sleep much. I eat even less. ~*~ I take out my
phone. I still have that text message. And I always will until I can get
myself to let go and just say it. ~*~ Message
deleted. Anger. Grief.
Agony. I grip the crucifix of my
rosary tight and press it to my lips. ~*~ Goodbye,
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