SATURDAY

What if you dreamt of your death? Cam does. In infinite detail.

I woke up. Light drizzled into the room from a gap in between my curtains, falling directly on my face. I groaned as I rolled over and shoved my pillow over my head. Though it always seemed to work in movies, I gave up when breathing became difficult and dragged myself out of bed. Dragging myself downstairs was even harder.

I sat at the breakfast table and poured myself a glass of orange juice before grabbing several pieces of toast and taking them back to my room. My sister shouted after me about taking something that was hers " probably the toast. I ignored her and slammed me door again, managing to completely avoid my mother. I wasn’t even sure if she was home.

I put the glass down on my table, and threw the toast onto the bed, pulling out several sheets of paper and a pen. I remember how angry my mother had been about the fight. How unsympathetic. How self-righteous. I picked up my cell phone and dialed Katie’s familiar number. It rang and rang, until there was nothing but beeping.

I positioned myself on the bed, lying on my stomach; paper perched precariously on my pillow and began writing:

There you stood, looking at me,

Painfully making me feel out of place.

I stared at the words on the page, making so much sense to me. I wondered if anyone would even notice if I disappeared. If anyone would miss me if I died. I shrugged and wrote a second line as it came to the forefront of my mind:

No move to comfort me, no calming words,

Completely expressionless look on your face.

I had another line ready when my sister came barging noisily into my room; I’d forgotten to lock it. A made a mental note not to forget next time. I was in no mood to entertain little sisters. She skipped around the bed for a moment, then hovered like a bee over my shoulder. She was fifteen and acting like a child. I wanted to smack her as she repeatedly asked what I was doing and why and how. I glowered at her. She took the hint. I locked the door behind her and picked up my guitar.

 

You left me here wondering what I did wrong,

No way to get to you, ‘cept through this song.

 

So this one’s for you.

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[Jenny DelVecchio]

wohoo guitar player! I love guitar, its so soothing whether im playing of listening. Awesome so far