Escrita por: CaitlynnJ
"Dad.....what happened to mom?" I ask, my voice a mere whisper.
Dad smiled, his dark brown eyes seemed to have a faraway look. "She....left." He answered. I tilted my head, what does that mean? Did she die? Did she run off on us?
"Where did she go?" I asked.
Dad's smile turned sad, his eyes seem to mist over. "She went home." I use to think that meant she died, that she went home to God's kingdom, I soon learned that wasn't what he meant.
"Weren't we her home?" I wondered out loud.
Dad shooked his head. "No. We weren't." His eyes met mine. "She.... loved us; in her own way, she just had other responsibilities." I nodded, surprised by how much he was telling me, I asked these questions thousands of times, he never answered them. I wanted to know more bout my mother. Why she had to leave us. Why she left when I could barely talk. I wanted to know why she only left behind a ripped photograph, the only thing that I have of her. At that age I had so many questions, none of them would be answered until I was older. Even when that happened I wasn't satisfied. I was angry. Angry at what? I had no idea.
I'm now sixteen. I'm also a complete loner, having no social life I have more time for school. Yep, I'm a loser, a super cool loser.
I'm now at school. In otherwords hell. You know sometimes being a loner sucks, if I didn't have a book or a phone it becomes boring. I also don't have to deal with drama, that's a bonus. I'm sitting on a bench, a book in my hands, my hair covering most of my face. Of course I can't forget the awful people around me, who I wish I can run over with a car. Do any of them shut up? I doubt it.
I'm sitting in the sun. Which is awful, I hate the summer heat, but it's worth it since I get to see him. Who am I talking bout you might ask? The most popular guy in school? Ew, no, the quiet girl liking someone who is popular is such a cliche. The bad boy? No, definitely not. Maybe the brooding hot guy? Yet again no, ew. The guy I like is named Andrew, or Drew for short, he's not flaming hot but I do find him cute, I'm pretty sure if people knew that, they'd think I'm strange. A lot of people find him plain or average, I find him cute, his dark brown chocolate eyes, his sweet little smile, his cute laugh, I honestly don't know why more girls don't have crushes on him. He hangs out with his friends around here, it's not like I'm a stalker, I just want to see him. To hear his honey sweet voice speak, yeah I'm probably strange for thinking that. His friends are nerds, I guess, they get good grades, and study a lot, so I guess their nerds.
"Yo, Alice," Andrew greets, giving me that cute smile.
I smile back suddenly feeling conscious. "Hello," my voice is a whisper.
"Oh my god, you smiled! I got the emo princess to smile! I think the end is upon us!" He said rather dramatically.
I rolled my eyes, trying to keep a smile off my face. "Princess?"
He shrugged, grinning. "Queen?"
"That's better peasant!"
He put his hand to his heart. "You wound me milady, I am no peasant, I'm a knight in shining armor."
I love this. When he talks to me. When we have these little chats bout absolutely nothing, his friends chatting in the background. At the moment I don't notice them, I just enjoy this moment with him. Wishing that time could stop, that we'll be with each other for a few minutes longer. "Knight? Since when were you a knight?"
"Milady, surely you jest, I'm a knight of the highest order," he look offended.
I shook my head. "What ever you say peasant."
"Excuse you milady but I'm to awesome to be a peasant. Anyway bye Alice.... It was nice talking to you."
My eyebrow raise. "No sarcasm? Your being sincere?"
He shrugged, biting back a grin. "Sarcasm? I have no idea what you're talking bout, I'm always sincere." He walked away, and I had to bite my lip to keep myself from squealing. Damn, I hate that he can do that to me.
"Aw, do you have a crush?" Asked a stupid voice, and I saw a stupid face. A face that I would love to punch, stab, and smack, Matthew a boy most girls would like to fuck. I would love to kill him, but that's just me.
"No, now get lost dipshit." I hissed.
He's alone. Strange, he usually has two other friends with him, excuse me I mean goons. "Aw you don't like me?" He knows I don't, just like I know that he doesn't like me. We've always hated each other. Why? I have no fucking idea, he's just one of those people you instantly hate. To be fair he probably thinks the same bout me.
"Speak bitch. You don't like me?"
My eyes narrow. "Excuse me I'm not a dog, unlike your exes. And noooo I love you."
"I know you do sweet heart, but your not wiffy material." He gave a smirk, on most girls they probably would of fainted, I wanted to punch him.
"Wiffy material?" I ask.
"Can you cook?"
My smile became strained. "Suuuure, do you want charcoal? Or poison? I recommend the poison."
He snorted. "And besides I don't like girls that don't have big tits, or ass."
I rolled my eyes. "I don't care." I just wanted to read. I didn't want to argue with this asshat. Leave me alone you stupid ass.
"Of course you care sweetheart."
I almost laughed. "What ever you need to tell yourself." If I'm quiet maybe he'll leave. After awhile he did, I was so grateful. I look up to see Andrew staring at me. Did he see that? It's not like it matters, Andrew doesn't like me, I'm an acquaintance.
Finally school ended. The whole walk home I felt uneasy, knots in my stomach. I don't know why but I didn't want to go home. I want to walk around for hours and return home at midnight. I can't do that. My dad would be worried. So I went home.
I open the door. I head into the living room. The house is empty, dad usually returned home an hour after I have. So I'll be alone for awhile, I see a white box on the living room table. A notes attached to it, I pick up the box and note, my eyes skimming the small paper.
For my darling baby girl. Please accept this gift and forgive me.
- Your mama
"Mama?" I whisper. Was it my biological mother? The one who left my father and I? The same damn woman that hasn't contacted me since I was five. I only have a picture of her, ripped and old, I can barely even see her features.
I open the box, inside lays a simple necklace with a heart. The heart reads darkness.