Fax Nocte [Felix]
May 5, 2012 12:24:40 GMT -5
Post by Sarella on May 5, 2012 12:24:40 GMT -5
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When I walk into the living room I can see they have clearly all passed out, even my dad. Them as in my dad's friends. Must've drunken too much, it happens, a little more often then you'd think. I scoop up the remainder of their card game and put them neatly back in a pile, and set them on the table. Then I push a guy onto the couch, because he was slipping and would tumble down at any moment. I don't want any of them to wake up for three reasons. One - I want to get some sleep, and as long as they are awake I'll never even get close to having my eyes closed. Two - If any of them wake up and I'm the first thing they see, I'm certain to get hurt. Plus, my dad already made me cry today. I don't like repeating things, no matter how often it happens. Finally, three - The door is unlocked. I haven't been outside in months again, but that was normal. Spend a few months inside then go outside. Then, once home, get beaten and fall asleep. Worked for me.
I step over a small pile of bottles and creep to the door. I've learned to know when it was unlocked. The key would be in the door. My dad never left the key in the door. Even if it was locked, I could unlock it if the key was there. He must've not had time to take it out when he fell asleep, that would make sense. The second my hand touches the door a chill goes up my spine. As long as I'm home before anyone wakes up I'll be fine. I think. I turn the handle, and when I crack the door not only does it creek it also makes a whoosh sound. I instinctively flinch, but when no one wakes up I finish opening the door as quickly as I can, then turn and carefully close it behind me. I even manage to get it all the way closed. It must be somewhere around two in the morning, at least. That's alright. I'm used to being up late. Very late in some cases, even until morning.
I rub my arms lightly and start walking. The street is very empty, and I'm not going to be able to socialize at all. If I wanted to, I'd be waiting until at least four or five. So unless someone managed a night job, the most I cn do is walk. Walking is fine with me. I need some peace, indeed. A small sigh escapes my lips and I hold my right hand in my left. I play with my fingers as I near the square. I like the square at night, it's so quiet and peaceful. No one yelling or shoving like in the day. Whenever someone shoves me out of the way I feel like my dad has caught me, even if he's still passed out on the floor of the house. I don't know if he'd gotten up or not. Usually, he's awake when I get home, but he didn't go looking for me.
I look around and sit on a bench. So Lonely. No one here. Sure it's quiet, but it's Lonely. For me, Lonely has become more of a person than a feeling. It's a name for something rather than an emotion. I stare at some bread in the bakery window and try to imagine having it. I can't though. t just seems so much like a fantasy it's impossible. I'm hungry, and I guess any hungry person should be able to imagine having food for even a few seconds, but I can't. I haven't been able to imagine anything lately, not even my mom. She's dissapeared from my memory except her name. I lean forward and put my head in my hands, and my elbows on my knees. Almost as soon as I do that I have to lift them, because my elbows hurt. I rub them a bit then settle with just leaning forward. I can imagine the bread when I close my eyes. Just not with them open. How unimaginative I am!
I turn my eyes away from the bread, because if anyone where to see me out here they'd think I was about to rob something from someone. That'd be the opposite of the truth, but people can think some pretty interesting things. Like how Fynn - one of my dad's closer friends - was once thoroughly convinced I'd been the one to spill his drink so he'd slip. Even though only a few minutes earlier my dad had spilled it himself, and he'd seen it. Apparently standing too close is hazardous to my health. It always is, isn't it? I keep moving my eyes around, already ajusted to the darkness so I can plainly see anything. For the most part. I can see someone walking around. Woah, walking around? At this hour? Well I'm doing it. I'm not walking around though, I'm sitting around. Same thing, right? I watch the person curiously, who was it? Not anybody I would know, for certain. I keep watching the person, waiting to see if they'd do any interesting.
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Other: You said any idea, I had none. xD
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