Chapter 4A Chapter by MoonTig3r“I thought I told you
before that I didn’t want you in my room!” Anne said with a hint of defiance
dancing through emerald irises. “And I thought I told
you I would be coming back no matter
what you said” I said while crossing my arms like it was a way of finalizing my
words. I looked at her with the same intensity she was giving me. It was obvious
both of us was stubborn, and didn’t want to back down from the fight. No matter
how stupid the fight was. I could tell Anne was
a fighter through and through. So a fight is exactly what I’m going to give
her. One of us will come out victor of this troublesome wit of mind, and I doubt
it will be her. I had too many years of practice teasing, and antagonizing my opponents
on the football field. If I could talk them into submission a little red head
punk should be easy, right? “Listen here whoever you-“ “Jamal.” “Don’t cut me off
a*****e!” Now my eyes narrowed.
“Don’t call me an a*****e ever again.
I allowed it yesterday because I was in the wrong for stepping into your room
without permission. But, I won’t allow it again without good cause. Anyways,
didn’t your mama tell you it’s not polite for a lady to curse?” Anne head snapped
back as if I had just slapped her or something. She was so shocked beyond
measure from what I could tell. I guess no one had tried to put her in her
place around here. Probably because they feel sorry she has cancer, and would
die soon. Well I don’t feel that sorry, especially since we’re in the same boat.
No excuses for straight up horribleness. “My mama never got a
chance to tell me anything. She died right after I was born” she whispered all
of a sudden while looking down at her hands clasped together. Something over
took Anne in those few seconds. A look of utter hurt, and depression clouded her
face. Her body started lightly shaking from the emotions she was feeling. I was
looking at the total opposite of the fiery stubborn woman I saw just moments
ago. I felt a wash of
quilt roll down my body. I stood in front of her bed with my mouth silently
open in the form of a word I couldn’t get out. A million different ways to
apologize flash through my head, but not a single one would surface. I settled for
just trying to move the situation along. That’s the best I could do even though
I know it’s not much. “Um… well anyways, I guess
we should start this session off better than we have, right Anne?” I asked with
a hint of desperation. Hoping I didn’t put her into one of those depressions it
takes months for people to get out of. Her head slowly came
up, and she stared right into my eyes like she was looking at me for the first
time ever. “You didn’t try to cover up what you said with an apology, or try to
tell me how much you understand my pain. I never heard a reply like that to my
mother’s death before. Why is that?” Now I was at cross
road with what I could say. My mind, for once, came up blank with an answer. I
stared at my shoes while I started to speak from my heart, “I guess I responded
that way because…that’s the way people should respond to death. I think so
anyways. Well what I’m trying to say is that death is coming no matter what
anyone says, or does, so why say sorry for something that’s going to happen
anyways? I mean it’s sad people die earlier than we think they should, but it
would still happen anyways down the line. The most you can do is try to live on
with that person in your heart, and hope to see them again when it’s your time
to go.” I lifted my head back
up when the last words slipped from my mouth to see tears rolling down Anne’s
face, hiccups shuddering out of her mouth, and hands gripping bedsheets in a
deadly brace. It was the most beautiful ugly thing I had ever witness, and
before I knew it I had rush over right next to side of her bed and slowly placed my hand against her cheek to wipe the tears away. We stared at each other
in a breathtaking moment. I could see peacefulness glide over her face in those
few seconds. And then she whispered, “Jamal I am pleased to meet you, my name is Anne.” I knew right then, those
words were the start to something great. © 2012 MoonTig3rAuthor's Note
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Added on April 21, 2012 Last Updated on April 21, 2012 AuthorMoonTig3rDetroit, MIAboutHello, my name's TigerLily... Not much I can say about myself except: -I love reading -Love writing -Anime & Manga fangirl -Always on the computer -Kind of anti-social -Very weird in a sense .. more..Writing
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