Is Perfection Always Perfect?

[Black Wings]

Chapter One

As I sat by the window, listening to the rain beat on the roof and drizzles off the top, I was asking myself over, and over again “Why can’t I be…Pretty?”
I always ask myself why I can’t be perfect. Why nobody seems to like me. Everyone seems to baby me because I’m a girl and I’m not as tall as everyone.
My parents don’t talk to me because I shut myself away- Hidden in my room alone. They don’t know me. It’s my fault. I never wanted them to see the daughter they brought in this world. They would know that I was a mistake- I am nothing in their lives. It's like I’m not even here.
I don’t know why I do it, but I stay by myself. I’m in my own little space- clouding out anyone that dares enter.
Maybe I just don’t know anything. It’s 7:20 in the morning and I should get ready for another boring day at school. I don’t want to go, but if I don’t, Mom and Dad would be very upset with me. The bus will be here in ten minutes. As I packed my binder in my backpack, the rain grew louder and louder. The wind tipped the trees back and the leaves blew in circles.
As I left the house, stepping out in the mud that wrapped around my shoe, I heard the bus come close. I ran, getting soaked with my hair tangling up in the wind.
The bus stopped, and, like everyday, the driver greeted me with her friendly “Good morning, dear”. I starred at her for a second until my little sister, Krystal, came ripping through the door and pushing me to the side. She’s an impatient brat. “Come on! Get in your seat!” She yells at me as I stood motionless in the front.
I finally took my seat in the back where I always do, waiting for Jenn to come on and sit with me. Jenn comes out back in the bus and tosses her bag in the seat in front. Jenn’s my friend, and I could never live without her. Her mother died when she was four and when I was five. She had something wrong with her heart and I could never remember what the name of it was.
I remember when I first met Jenn. It replays in my mind whenever I see her.
Then Brandon comes on. He came from Florida in forth grade. He’s such a dork. Again, I see he has gotten the stupid Mohawk-It’s dyed red and black. “Hi guys.” he said as he sat in the seat beside us. “Like my new dew?”
I gave him a look that I only give to idiots. “Why would I care?” I would say, hoping Jenn would agree. “I think you’re crazy, Brandon. Oh look. Morgan’s on.”
Morgan, the popular girl who teases the guys, we used to be friends. Heck, she even told me how to count to ten when we went to day care… But not anymore.
“Hi,” She looked at me with her pleading brown eyes. “What’s new?”
“Umm….Nothing too much, I guess.” I gave Jenn a glance, just trying to ask her what to say next with only my eyes. Now she’s giving me a look of her own.
“Oh I see.” She turns back in her seat and drags out her I pod. It’s jammed up so high that I can even hear it. Jenn and I talk amongst ourselves. Brandon tries to be included, but Jenn talks him into listening to his CDs and shut up.
I drag up my bag and dig around inside. I always do this. Ha! Found it! My book, I’ll be done with it at the end of our very long bus ride to school.
I bring my legs close to my chin, and began to read. This is my favorite book of all: “The Bar Code Tattoo”. This book’s about a girl named Kayla Marie Reeds who lives in a world where you’re controlled and are told what to do.
The bus noise grows louder and at some points, I have to yell to the kids to shut up. But everyone knows how kids are- they don’t listen! The bus goes faster on a longer distance from one house to another. As it speeds up, the bumps get harder. Every time that we go over one, I fly off my seat. Sometimes I even land on Jenn if the bumps are bad.

[Black Wings]

Chapter Two

We’re at school, and the sun is beating through the dark clouds. It’s muddy and it won’t dry for a couple of days. I have to stay on the bus with the other kids who don’t eat breakfast until it’s time to go in.
I walk down the hall and see the basket ball try out signs tacked up upon the walls near the 8th grade classes. I stop and find a pen in my bag and sign my name on the third line. By the end of the day, that list will be full with people putting extra names in where there’s no other space.
It's time for homeroom. “Are you coming or not?” Jenn yells from behind her shoulder. She walks slowly, which means I can catch up in a flash. Even though I’m smaller than most kids, I can be faster than most.
We reach our class. Mrs. Perry is my homeroom teacher. I always want to help her out when she needs things done. I look around and see book orders on the self. I love books and Jenn and I always put them together and hand them out to kids like the people who give out the signs that read “Save the whales” on the streets.
The bell rings and I don’t even have my bag open to get out my text books. I scurry around the room, trying to gather everything I need for class and put away what I don’t.
“Hurry up already!” Kids would yell at me. “We’re going to plow you over if you don’t get out of here soon!”
Why do they always get mad if I’m slow in the mornings and I can’t be when we need to get into our classes, but can’t when they leave and leave their stuff on the desk I sit at?
This morning, I’m just not motivated to do anything. Jenn stands in the hall waiting with her arms right down stuffed with history and math homework.
“Hello!” She stares at me with a stupid look placed on her face. Jenn always waits for me.
I weave though desks and chairs and almost loose my balance out the door. I skid into Jenn and about nock her over. She somehow catches me and keeps me up. “Thanks” I say to her. “What would I do without you?”
She glares at me and tilts me upward. “Better get to class or we’ll get our butts chewed out,” She smiles to me.
Everyday, we walk to class with kids jamming the hallways- pushing anything to the side that gets in their way. You wouldn’t know it if you were walking down the hall when classes are half done.

It’s always dead silent.

[Black Wings]

Chapter Three

I stand in the hall. Watching… Listening to everyone laugh, cry, and yell as they shove their way in the hall to get to the busses, to the same place where everyone else is going. They compete for the back seat. They always do.
I walk in the path where there’s a least amount of mud on the floor.
A kid slips and falls. I watch as she struggles to get back up. Some people walk by like nothing happened. Others laugh. I swing my body to her direction, avoiding the herd of kids pressing by me. I stand above her and hold my hand out and say, “Want some help up?”
She grabs it and thanks me, Walks away and looking down to watch out for anymore mud that may bring her down. I know her. Her name is Tamara. She’s in the 7th grade and has the same birthday as me, but is younger than me by many years.
I follow her, seeing her head bob up and down with each step she takes. I make sure she doesn’t fall again, and she doesn’t.
I finally get out the doors where the bus is in the line of others. Bus eight. I take the step up on the bus, and the drive greets me again, “Hello.”
“Hi”, I step forward and see Jenn waving to me to come and sit. She’s always saves a seat for me. After the kids in front of me have found their friends and sat with them, I hurry to Jenn and sit down.
“Hi, Frank,” I said as I take my backpack around from my back and place it in my lap. “How are you?”
“Good.” She answered back. “Another boring day has gone by.”
I nod and dig around in my bag for my book. I only have twelve more pages left and I’ll need another book. “That means that high school will be here soon. We won’t be going to the same school.”
“I know. Never fair is it?”
“Never ever,” I say back. I repeat it again, and again in my head.” Jenn…”
She turns her head to me.
“Will we still….Be friends in high school?”
“Of course!” She gives me a funny look and straightens her face back to the look she has when she’s not sure. “We will be forever.” she tells me in a lower voice. Then it turns into a whisper that it seems that it’s not meant for me to hear. “We have to be.”
She sees the book in my hands and knows I’m going to read. She reaches inside her backpack and pulls her CD player out and listens to her favorite band: “My Chemical Romance”.
It’s my stop and I say bye to Jenn and leave my seat- Book in my hand. I get off the bus and the driver says “See you tomorrow”. I walk up my driveway and wave my hand behind me and spin around. Jenn and Bran-Dork wave back.
I turn back around and Krystal yells back to me after she starts running, “Beat you to the house!”
“Not today, Kris. The mud’s too slick and... Too late,” Krystal fell half way up. I run to pick up.
“That’s just great.” Her back patted with mud. She stands with her arms a little stretched out. The mud drips off like water and a glass.
We walk up the stairs and lift up the rug to find the key to our house. The key triggers the tumbler and unlocks the door. We walk in and Kris runs through the house looking for PJs to put on. She tosses the wet clothing on the floor. I swipe them up and some of the other cloths in the house and put them in the washing machine.
I go in my room and throw my bag on my bed and jump in the covers, pull out my homework and watch some television. Mom wants homework started when we get home and whoever does their work first does dishes. And, of coarse, Krystal stalls on that and plays with her Barbie dolls. I get mine done. When Mom gets home, she checks to see if Kris has done hers. If she doesn’t, Mom tells her to get it done and I get some free time to myself until she’s done so that we can do them together.
I pull out my drawing paper and pencils and draw a face. I shade under her eyebrow and around her hairline to make her look more real life-like. I put some shine in her hair and a gloss look on her lips. She doesn’t smile. Just stares at you. I draw the neck and body. She wears a dress and a cloak covered with flowers. His hair dangles to her sides as she sits on a rock with only her feet swinging in the rippled water below. She sits in a small pond at the edge. Dragonflies surround the area as she stares.
She sits alone…

[Black Wings]

Chapter Four



I’m running... Running away from the darkness. The stars jump above of me. Someone stands ahead of me. Not moving. He moves his hand upward facing me. He’s only twenty feet in front of me. As I get close, time slows down. I stop when I come up to him- or her. I stand in front of him as my eyes focus in on him. He has no face. It’s blank- Nothing on it. No eyes, no nose, no mouth. He brings his hand back and hits me. Whiteness surrounds me.
A noise comes that is continuous. Beep, beep, beep, beep. I sit up in my bed. “Just a dream,” I say to myself, gasping for air. “It seemed so real.” I take a look at my clock and realize it’s only Wednesday. Disappointed, I climb out of bed, get dressed and race around my house, gathering everything I need for school. I pack my bag and charge to Krystal’s room to make sure she’s awake too.
“Hey! Don’t come in!” I hear when I jiggle the door knob.
“Okay. Well, I’m leaving for school. Bye.”
“Whatever, Jerk-face,” She yells back. Mom hears her say that and burst the door open and gives her talking to.
I shut the door as I walk out. The air is foggy and the sun is still halfway down. The busses lights flickers on and off as I see it stop at the driveway before ours. Casey climbs aboard and the engine squeaks as it begins to move down the hill. It’s chilly out and I wish it would move faster. It only moves faster when I want it to go slower. Like when I’m reading on the bus.
The bus pulls up and the driver greets me again and I walk out back to the last seat. The bus is silent. Jenn comes on and drags her feet slow when she walks out to the back of the bus. When she sits, she brings out her CD player and I begin to read a new book. If this book is right, I don’t want the future to come so fast.
It would be a horrible place to live in.

[Black Wings]

Chapter Five


It’s art class. The teacher screams up one side of kids and down the other side for not doing their homework. Why they don’t do it, I don’t know. She tells us that we must create a side of a person on paper. There’s one side already there and we have to finish. I begin to draw. Hair first in my book, Then the eyes and nose, Lips last and then shading. I often shade too much, which causes my picture to come out overdone. Dad tells me that all the time. He can take one look at a drawing I do, and point out something I would never think of that I have done wrong.
“Go easy on that shading.” The teacher says as she points to the hair on the left side.
“Okay.”
“I’d like to put two of your drawings in the State House. They would be there for a while though.” The teacher talks in a lower voice and that’s a whole lot better than when she’s yelling at the class.
“Umm…. Okay then. I can bring some in tomorrow and you can pick, okay?”
“Yes. That will work.” She replies.
I continue on my paper. I look for any thing I’ve done wrong on it like a detective would look for clues. I look for any mistake I may have made. There’s one, two, five…Too many to count.
I erase, draw it over, erase, and draw it over again until my pencil leaves permanent marks on my paper. I try to make the marks parts of my shading. Somehow, it works.
The bell rings and I must have jumped a foot in the air and Seth just laughs while he points at me.
“Shut up, Seth!” Jen Cavner yells at him across the room. She runs to him and slaps his hand down like she would to a fly with a flyswatter. She’s a skinny little thing and is a little blonde. It gives me something to laugh at when she does something. She catches herself once in a while and tries to stop before everything comes out, but most of the time, it’s too late. “How would you like it if someone make fun of you and just kept laughing?” She points her finger at him and stares him down.
Seth walks out and goes to class. Jen is smarted than what most people give her credit for. She can get good grades. I’ve seen her do it before.
“Are you okay?” She asks me as I round up my things for my next few classes.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” I reply. “Thanks for helping me. You didn’t have to.” I try to place a smile on my face, but it won’t come out from hiding.
“It’s okay. It’s almost like my job I guess.”
Maybe she’s right. She always seems to be taking care of people. Cody helps me back on my feet. Cody’s my boyfriend. People are always telling me to put him on a leash and to control him. Everyone tells Cody and me that we never act like we’re a couple. But we are and we just prefer not to show it. They always try to make us sit closer, but we always slip back to being a foot apart at lunch when we all gather to eat.
At lunch, the trays are nasty. Wet from being washed and that makes our food soggy. Kids at lunch- mostly Jen and CariAnn- tell me to eat lunch, but most of the time I don’t because the food is so disgusting.
“Let’s go to class now.” I tell Jen.
Its math class and I have a test that I have to take.

[Black Wings]

Chapter Six

I sit in my room alone like always. My room is solitary and dark. My parents don’t even come in if they need me. They yell from the living room or from the dinning room.
I was a mistake. Mom wasn’t supposed to get pregnant. But she did and here I am… Alone…
You’d think we would have enough rain, but Mother Nature doesn’t agree I guess because the rain falls heavy on the roof if this house. Mom always said that God is crying when it rains and he’s blowing when the darken skies thunder down deep roars.
My door bangs loud and unsteady. Does someone dare enter my personal space? My box? My room? My life? Yes….It’s Krystal again.
“Hey, Brat!” She yells from my door way. “Give back my MP3 Player, now!”
“Why would I have it?” I yell back and throw the nearest pillow on my bed.
She runs in her room and screams “Found it” before she says that I hid it on her in her room. I didn’t though. Her room is always a mess. Bottles and cans lay everywhere on her dirt filled floor, I bet grime covers her window sill.
Mom and dad always get mad at her and her room.” Clean it by the time I get home.” Mom would tell her as she gets ready to leave for town.
Krystal, Mom, and I go through her room to clean out items that aren’t needed. We do that about three times a year, and I’m always dragged into helping out.
The sun beats away the clouds with its rays. Cars strode bye down our road, splashing in the mud puddles that stay in the indents if the old tar.
I switch my body position to face my clock. 7:54 P.M. My chinchillas distract my attention when they start running on their wheel hanging from the top of their cage.
I sit up and stretch my arms and legs off my bed. My arms droop down to my sides. They feel as if they were dead.
“What are you guys doing?” I say in a low tone of voice, careful not to hurt those tiny little ears. “I know what you want. You want a treat, don’t you?” They stare at my hands wrestling around the bag and crackers. A few drop in my hand. I stick one through a slot in the cage, and that reminds me of the Las Vegas ads. One nibbles at the treat.
“What am I going to do with you two?” I laugh.
They just sit and stare at me like statues with those big black eyes, unsure of what to do.

[Black Wings]

Chapter Seven

I stand in front of the Bleemick house. Shattered windows with jagged edges still stay in the frames. Creeks come from inside, but no one’s there.
Screams come from this old and run-down house every couple of years. People say it’s bewitched. I could believe it. Kids are dared to go in every Halloween or Friday the Thirteenth. Once they go in, you hear screams that are swallowed up in one gulp, never to be heard of again. Nine have gone in. One has come out. She never talks. Never again will she after that terrifying day.
Someday today is. How unlucky. My birthday is on Halloween and it just happens to be a Friday. Kids point and stare at me when I arrive at school. “I bet you ten bucks you won’t survive in the house for two minutes!” One kids shouts.
“Bet you I could too!” I yell back.
“Nah-nah! Doubt it! Meet me and the gang after school, and we’ll see if you’re chicken or not to go in!” He spits he words out. One day, that kid’s going to get it.
“Fine I will!” I scream back. The wind howls around the school. Dark, grey skies creep in above. The leaves rustle around my feet.
I run towards the school. Kids crowd around in their groups. I’m not invited.
First, you have the popular kids: There are five girls that everyone wants to be with. Their called “The Hive Five”. They are known for being stupid, but somehow, they know how to get those boys eating out of their hands.
Next in line, you have the Jocks. The numb skulls that play football. I bet that they can’t even spell their first name. They give the beatings to the nerds.
Next, you have the Punks. The twisted wires hang from their ears as the pretend to play in those heavy jagged bands, waving their hands back and forth across their chests.
Then you have yourself the Goth kids- Known to wear heavy eyeliner. Always black. Everything’s black on them. But their personality is emotional. Their thoughts are crowded with guilt and sorrow.
Then, there are the Nerds. Everyone here are nerds if you’re not any other kind of person. Smart kids, good with computers, and always have a knack for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Those bullies push them in garbage cans. When the Nerds come crawling out, they have stains on their outfits. Sometimes, they climb out with banana peels stuck to them somewhere. They freak out when they do.
And, last and least, you have me- he girl next door who has a few friends from a couple of groups. Shy and uneasy of a lot of things, I drag my shoes against the tar and barely speak to anyone.
The bell rings, warning us to get to homeroom to get ready for the day. I stand in line, waiting for the door to open so that we can get in class. Mrs. Perry walks bye me. She’s dressed in a witch costume for the special occasion. Green and black are cloaked around her thin body. She opens the door and walks the same path she does everyday to her seat, sits and crosses her legs and starts her computer up.
“Okay, every one. If you could be quiet for a moment. Let me take attendance.”
Everyone heard the cue to shut up and stay put.
Mrs. Perry names the people off her list to find out if they are
Having cold lunch or hot. If nothing is spoken, she marks them off as absent.
“Good morning everyone,” The announcement box comes on. It sits in the far corner of the room, covered in the dust left on it for so many years. “We just wanted to say Happy Halloween and to let everyone know to have a safe and spooky night. Remember not to trick-or-treat to any strangers’ house. We would also like to wish Happy Birthday to…”
There’s my name. I’m wished a Happy Birthday on a very unhappy and unlucky day.
And now, everyone knows about me and the bet after school against that jerk-of-a-face-loser.

* * *


It’s after school, and everyone is gathered at this old house. A willow tree stands by with its braches hanging over the broken down house. The wind is strong. It opens the screen door and slams it hard against its frame. A big gapping hole is in the bottom half with little wires hanging out, just waiting to catch on your cloths.
The house whispers and moans low, but just enough to let everyone know that we’re not welcome. Some shrieks come from some kids and others run and hide. Some just stare, stiff as a board. Eyes are wide as they gaze in the window that the light appears in. It moves in a figure eight and disappears in the lonely darkness of the old and decrypted house.
The old, rusty wind chime sways in the wind. It knocks against the old rotted wood in the home.
“Okay, Are you ready to do this or not?” The boy asks as he pushes his way through the crowd. “I’ll even make this bet hard to resist by my whole gang betting ten dollars a piece that you won’t last five minutes in that house.”
“I still bet I can.” I yell back, pulling my hair out of my face.
“You do know the myth, don’t you?” He waves he’s fingers around to scare everyone.
“No, I don’t and I don’t really think that will matter to me.”
“Well, fine. I’m going to tell you. Just in case you turn around and say no to going in like the big fat chicken you are.” He slams his words in my face. “Once, when this home was new, a family moved in- a father, a mother, the daughter, and the baby girl. They loved the home. They made it look beautiful and a very nice place to live. What they didn’t know is that the home had been built on an unmarked gave. Hundreds of humans were buried. But not all of them were dead. The one man who was alive was Johnny McHeaven. He went crazy one night from drinking from unknown waters. He went to this land where people were camping out. He had a sword that he used to start his killing. One by one, he picked off his dearest friends, left on the ground to die. He wouldn’t make it a quick death. It would be slow and very painful. He would let you lie there, bleeding to death, and let you just scream in pain. He killed eighty-six men out of the ninety-four. Those men struck him down on his hands and knees and made him take the slow death that he made others take. His last words were ‘Even though you may have me dead in ten minutes, my soul shall roam to earth, to haunt all who dare stay on this land’. The family that moved in was fine for the first couple of days- Or at least until everything went horribly wrong.”
Everyone gasped in fear. Their hands clasped around their mouths. Even I am astonished form never hearing this story.
“Late one night, the young mother was laying her baby down to sleep. When she left the room to go to bed she heard crashes coming from behind her. It was coming from the baby’s room. When the mother reached the baby, it was gone. The mother screamed in horror. Then, as she went to turn around, the ghost of Johnny returned with his sword and slit her face and arms. He dumped kerosene on her and lit her on fire. Her husband came running and saw the scene. He tried to put her out, but it was too late. She was dead. He looked at the body. He wife was holding the dead baby.”
Some girls were crying. Some were huddled in a circle, listening to the nightmare-like story.
“The husband went mad like Johnny did. It was only him and his daughter. Just nights after the death of his wife and baby, he snuck in his daughter's room. She was sleeping. He brought out his gun and pointed it to the flawless face. He shot her and turned to shoot himself. Everyone in that house was dead. No one else has ever, I repeat, ever, lived in that house.”
Kids were startled. Some clutched onto their mouths and others.
“So, do you still want to go into that house or not?”
“Like I said, I’m not scared. That story was just a fake myth.” I gulped. I hate to admit it, but I am a little scared.
“Well, either way, you still need to go in to get this money. So, who’s ready?” The stupid kid waves his hands and everyone screams loud. I should have known better than to take the bet. Turning up dead is worse than being known as the “Big Fat Chicken” I guess.
“I know already! I’ll go in!” I yell in Todd’s face. I inhale a breath, keep it in, I walk to the house. Kids yell and scream. They are all such idiots. Well, maybe not the nerds. But who really knows? Maybe the myth is true and I’m going to get my head chopped off.
The house is rickety and cobwebs hang in every corner. The door slams shut. A rat scurries across the floor and I jump and almost fall down. Every step I take the floor creeks. Stairs lay in front of me. The house is only two stories high.
Some boards are missing on some of the steps. Each one gets even more annoying than the one before it. My arms swing at my sides and fling to the next step when I jump over the missing. Howls come from upstairs. Finally, I’m up. I spin around when “something” seems to escape past me.


* * *


“What’s taking her so long?” Some kids yell out. “She’s going to be dead and we’re all going to jail!” Others scream. “We can’t hear anything! Where is she?”
“She’s just fine.” Todd tells everyone. “Or maybe she’s been eaten by ghouls!” He jumps in front of the crowd and everyone scurries in Tight.


* * *

I peek in each room, making sure no one is there. The “Something” is still with me. It won’t leave. Somehow, it’s foggy in hear. Clouds of white surround me. I cough and drop to my knees. “Whose here!” I manage to scream out. “I know you’re here. You’ve been following me this whole in tire time.”
Moans answer me. The clouds swirl in circles around me.
I can breathe again and I stand up. I catch my breath and lean against the wall. The last bedroom lies before me. Do I even dare enter? Well, I want to. And I will. The air becomes clear and I walk.
I’m here. I walk in and scream.
A dead body lies in bed. All tucked in. He is bleeding from his face and arms. His eyes piercing blue eyes stare up. There’s a note on his bed side table. I pick it up and begin to read…

I am the body of Johnny McHeaven. I have killed many. They lived on this land and died a horrible and painful death on this land. My life was taken from me. Or so the men who survived thought. They wanted me to pay. But I haven’t, and I never will.
My soul will haunt whoever dares to enter this grave.
So I ask you. Do you want to be killed? Or do you take your own life so that you die quick instead of one that will be painful? Do it now or I WILL kill you.


I drop the note and it burns to ashes by itself.
I gasp and look at the body again. His eyes turn to me and turn pitch black. The body rises and tries to grab me. I scream and punch the body. It drops to the floor and I run. The stairs come slow. I run down, jumping over the missing ones. I miss one and trip. I fall all the way down and bash my head on the floor and everything goes blank…
My eyes open to the body laying next to and staring right at me. Its mouth is wide open and his eyes are blue again.
I sit up; stumble a bit to the door, but it closes before I get there. The body rises again to its feet and reaches out to me. I bang on the door, but no one answers. “Come on! Let me out. Please…” I cry out. The body is only a few feet away for me. He gets closer and closer. His face is only inches away.
I push against the door and it pulls through. I fall through the screen and land on my hands. I look back, but nothing is there… Just the hole in the door. My eyes turn to the crowd or just stare back at me without a clue of what just happened to me.
“Okay, okay, you win. Here’s your money.” Todd hands me about two hundred dollars. I stare at the money in my hand and stuff it in my pocket. “I can’t believe you stayed in there for about an hour and a half!”
My eyes stare blankly at him. He didn’t hear anything that went on in there. How could he not hear the banging on the door and me yelling for help? It must have been just my imagination. Nothing else or I would have been dead. No one would have found me. No one would ever be as daring as me to go into the Bleemick house. I’m now the second person to make it out alive. But there were no other bodies in the house. I wonder if the other person who made it out also saw what I saw. That dead, waxy body still stings my mind. But now it’s time to go home.
Almost everyone has left. They all want to go trick-or-treating or go to wild parties tonight.

[Black Wings]

The next day, I stayed home, thinking of everything that had happend previously, my mind was like a black hole that never could be, still trying to absorb all the information, but never was fullfilling enough. My wet hair from the cold shower stuck to my forehead and I didn't even bother to brush it. It was clumped, partly dry in spot that were less knotted. I laid my head down on my pillow, and tried to sleep. I was home alone. My thing-of-a-sister went to school while my parents went to work. Sleeping felt like a chore at this moment. It didn't come easy, actually, it never came at all. I sat back up and decided to go back to the Bleemick house, it might be the only thing to make me feel some sence of sercurity. And maybe it would be the answer of a question I hadn't yet asked.