Forgotten
With the T.V blaring I was laying on a worn down copper colored couch. The fabric was soft to the touch but after awhile everything loses its feel. Foods no longer seem to tease at my tongue leaving what little pleasure there is to the sense of touch. I can't say that I was always this way; it seems that it just recently started. My ears twitch as I hear the roar of a 454 motor. Getting up I looked out the window and saw my father and mother climbing out of a 1969 Chevy. Grabbing the remote from the coffee table in the middle if the living room I turned the volume down. Sighing I picked up my note book and walked towards the back hall. With the glow of the T.V. gone I flipped a switch and growled under my breath as light filled the hall and blinded me. At a half jog I got to the end of the hall and pushed open the last door on the right. Stepping in I breathed deeply as I noticed that his scent still remained in my room. Stepping over a blue bean bag I crossed over to my desk and set the note book down by the glowing screen of my lap top.
Petting my tail I purred as thoughts of him spread across my mind. Jolting out of my mesmerized state I quickly crossed the room and shut the door, just as I heard the lock click for the front. Slipping off the orange tank top I grabbed a navy blue T-shirt and pulled it over my head. Slipping my pants off I swapped them for a pair of navy silk shorts. Walking to the door I slowly turned the knob dreading the moment my parents would see me.
Pulling the door open I walked back down the hall and turned to my right into the bath room. The pale blue tile seemed to shimmer as I closed the door behind me. Turning the lock I looked at myself in the mirror. Brown hair with a reddish tint rested on my shoulders. My thin figure made me seem fragile and weak when in reality I was actually stronger then some girls my age. I laid my ears back in disgust and turned away from the mirror as I noticed the scar that tormented me. My already pale skin gave way to an even paler line; it went from my elbow to wrist in a jagged stroke. Brushing my hair I tied it back, I hesitated on opening the door. It was early in the morning and my parents were going to be in an agitated mood.
"Mine as well get it over with" I said to myself barely above a whisper. Swiftly unlocking and opening the door I stepped into the hall and nearly ran into my father. Stepping back I flinched as he turned an angered gaze at me. "Watch it Kyra. You better not screw up." Pulling my tail out of his way I moved and watched him stagger back to his room. Turning I walked back down the hall towards the living room. Looking at the couch I had just been on I see my brother passed out lying on the couch. He must have been in the back of the truck.
My mother walks in and from the kitchen and shoves a small white bag at me. "Don't cause any trouble. I won't come get you" side stepping I nodded and walked into the entry way. Grabbing a black and orange backpack I put the bag inside and zipped it closed. Picking it up I walked into the kitchen and placed it on one of the wood tan table chairs. Grabbing bread from the pantry along with some creamy peanut butter, I set them on the counter and grabbed honey from the cupboard. Grabbing a butter knife from a drawer to the left of the sink I lathered on peanut and honey. Cutting it and putting it in a sandwich bag I opened the smaller front pocket of my backpack and dropped the sandwich in. zipping it closed I went back to the entry way and grabbed my black jacket pulling it over my shoulders I grabbed my backpack and walked out the front door.
Breathing in the crisp cold morning air I stepped off the porch and walked down the cemented walkway. Pulling my jacket tighter I braced for wind as I reached the sidewalk. People in this town were either early morning or night owls no one here woke up at noon. Most of my family is in the night owl category. I got to the corner of South Boulevard and hooked a right onto Capper Street. I had to walk about a mile till we would cross paths. It had been over a month since I had last seen Jase. My parents hated him.
I could text him but it wasn't the same as being able to hold him. We had been planning this for the past thirteen days. Looking up at the stars I shivered as a minivan drove by creating a bigger draft then the usual car. Putting my hands in my jacket pockets I continued walking down Capper Street.