Chapter 10A Chapter by ArienasRevealing
I ran home, when I reached the door Zane grabbed my arm, it was then when I realised that he had been following me the entire time. “What is wrong with you?” He asked out of breath. “Nothing,” I replied, wiping the tears away from my face, my tears betraying me. “Please tell me,” He said, his voice soft, caring even, that was something I hadn’t heard in a long time. “Ok,” I said unlocking the door and walking into the living room. Zane followed and sat down in the chair opposite to me, and I thought that only hours ago Michael had sat in that exact chair, how stupid I had been. I exhaled loudly. “Well, were to start, the beginning I guess,” “Would be nice,” He said smiling. “Well two years ago my Mother was still alive,” “Ok, I’m guessing this is about her?” He asked. “Yeah, you see, I was really stuffed up back then, you could call it anger issues, that’s what the physiatrists called it, any way, I had a great bunch of friends, and a really great boyfriend, he was smart and funny and cute, and” “Getting off topic here,” Zane said, I was guilty. “The one in the Fowl fires? Who had the burn on his cheek?” “Yeah, that one,” I looked down hiding my teary eyes. “I used to live in a town called Fowl, there was this girl at my school, she was called Tamara, blond, busty, beautiful,” “Jamie,” He stated. “Yeah, well we were best friends, we shared everything, I was living the perfect high school life, popular, happy, great boyfriend, great best friend, get the picture. One afternoon I went to see Ben after Basketball practice, all the other boys had left an hour ago, but I knew Ben so he would still be at practice, so you can imagine my surprise when I heard two voices coming from the changing rooms, a male and a female. I pushed open the door, and saw Jamie stuck to Ben like glue. I dropped my book and they sprung apart, guilty look on their faces, I ran all the way home, crying,” “You seem to do that a lot,” He said smiling at me, I gave him a not amused look until he put up his hands in defeat. “I grabbed out all of the things I had ever been given by them, the clothes, photos, notes, and ran downstairs, I threw everything in the fireplace, which was already blazing, I saw Ben through the glass, it looked like he came to apologise, I ran up the stairs shutting myself into my room, leaving the fire place open. Minutes later I heard the fire alarms, I ran to the hallway, but when I opened the door, I realised that the hallway was ablaze. I never being one who could stomach smoke collapsed. When I came around I was lying in a hospital bed with bandages on my leg. My Dad was sitting in the chair next to me, he was crying, he told me that Ben had saved me, he was less than a block away when he smelt the smoke, than he told me the really bad new. My Mother was asleep when the fire started, she had come home early complaining about a headache, she never made it out, it was then that I realised, that, I, had, killed, my, Mother. A few weeks later I went back to school, I got called names like pyro, freak, Mother Killer, every one knew I did it but there was no proof, and the fact I was a minor meant nothing much could have been done. My Dad took me to some physiatrists after that, I started to start fights you see, so the good doctors called it anger management problems and hostile behaviour. Neither Dad or I could take the name calling so we moved out to a farm and then here,” Tears flowed freely from my face. “So that’s why no Pyro’s!” He stated. “Yeah,” “Why didn’t you tell Jamie to go jump when she stole my idea?” “I remembered what it was like to be popular and I needed it.” “Well that answers a lot of questions!” He said, I could see he had many more but he knew it wasn’t the right time, he stood up and gave me a hug, I hugged back, as I looked around the room I heard a knock on the door and wondered, who? © 2008 ArienasAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on March 6, 2008 AuthorArienasAboutI like writing ,netball, listening to music and watching and drawing Anime/ Manga. I want to hear what people think of my writing, good or bad. I hope that people will enjoy reading my work as much a.. more..Writing
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