Catch me if I fall
This is show time (Phoenix)
I wake up rather early for going to 2:10 in the morning. I get up and play the song 'Lasso' by Phoenix as I get dressed. I put on black skinny jeans with a Phoenix shirt, to go along with the music playing. As I slowly walk down the stairs, I hear my dads friends talking.
" Good morning uncle Grayson." I say to my father.
"Good morning gentlemen." I say to my dads friends.
" Good morning Karamel. How is my favorite niece today?" he asks me.
"Fine. Thank you." I respond.
My dad didn't just hate me, he completely rejected me too. His friends weren't supposed to know that he had a kid. And because of that, I was always supposed to call him 'Uncle Grayson'. So when ever anyone else was around, he was my 'uncle' and I was 'visiting him'. At least he was nice to me when ever anyone else was with us. I've gotten pretty good at acting like he was my uncle too. And I don't think that's a good thing.
"Uncle Grayson, is it okay if I go to the park for a bit?" I asked him as sweetly as I could.
" Of course! Just take a sweater and be home soon, its cold outside."
"Thank you."
As I walk to the closet near the door to get my hoodie, small backpack and bottle of water, I try my hardest to ignore the fact that my dads friends are checking me out. Gross. I begin the ten minute walk to the park and sit down at one of the tables at the abandoned playground portion of the park. Since the newer, cooler one was built on the other side of the park, no one really comes here. I dig into my backpack and find what I was really here for. Needles, a spoon, a lighter, and a small bag of heroine. I open the bottle of water and pour some into the spoon,add a small amount of the blissful drug and light it up. Once I am done lighting it up I take off my belt and put it around my bicep and squeeze. Putting the mixture into the needle, I inject myself and begin to feel really good in my own skin. Ahhhhhh.... Geez, I remember when I first started doing heroine... I was a stupid 10 year-old huehuehue... Whatever.When I'm finished, put away all my materials so that no one can catch me with them. Just as im finishing up, I hear leaves crunching from behind me.Pleas don't shank me, please don't shank me, please don't shank me...
"Hey, can I sit here?" a girl asks me.
I turn around to face a really pretty girl wearing a Nirvana sweatshirt, side of her head shaved, black hair and a nose piercing.
"Yeah." I say moving my backpack so that she may sit.
"Thanks. I'm Ivy. Ivy Rose." she says with a full smile.
"I'm Karamel Kalenbatch. I say.
"What a weird combination of names you have." I respond, thinking if how her names match perfectly.
" Yeah. I think my parents did it on purpose." she laughs.
"What are you doing here alone?" she asks with a genuinely concerned look.
" Nothing much. I have a thing for abandoned places." I half lie.
"Same here."
She reaches up to move some hair out of her eyes when I look at her wrist. She has a tattoo....
" How old are you?" I ask.
"14."
"And you already have a tattoo?"
" It's not my only one." She puts her foot on the seat and lifts up the bottom of her skinnys. She has some sort of symbol on her ankle.
" But don't you need to be 18 to get one?!" I ask, astonished.
" I got these done by my uncle." she says with an evil smirk.
From there she begins to tell me about herself. She lives with both parents and she has a little sister with dyslexia. She was born in upstate New York, but her sister was born here in Belleville. We have the same taste in music but she goes to a different school. Darn.
"What about you?" she questions.
" I live only with my dad. My 'Mother' left us when I was 4 and he blames me for her leaving and actually beats me because of that. I was born in Denver, but I only lived there for a week. My little brother was born here though." I spill out.
"You have a little brother?'
"Had." I correct her.
" What do you mean 'Had'....?"
"Gahh... Well... There's no easy way to say this but,... My dad killed him." I rush out. And that's where I hit the wall. I broke out crying and sobbing. She looks at me for a second, then hugs me. Wow. I just met her and she's already hugging me.
"Shhhh... Its okay. I know you miss him, but now he can't get hurt. Don't you want that for your brother?" she coos. I nod as best as I can and she asks,
"That's not all, is it?"
"nope" I respond " I've been beating myself up because I feel like its my fault." I tell her " I could of gotten home quicker!" I shout, tears streaming down my face.
" It's okay. Nine of this is your fault. Your dad's just an inconsiderate dick."
Once I calm down, she says,
" Lets go home. C'mon, I'll walk you home." then she hells me up. We walk to my house and to my surprise, she only lives a few houses down. When we reach my door step she asks,
"Do you have a phone?"
I fish around in my backpack and hand it to her. She types in her number and hands it back.
"If you ever need to talk you know, you get sad, don be afraid to call or text me. I'll help you. I promise." she says with a bright smile.
" Thank you." I say hugging her.
"No problem. Stay strong girlish, nothing lasts forever. Hey, you should come over to my house tomorrow. I'm sure my sister would love to meet you." she says.
"Sure! I'd love to!" I gush.
" Cool, text me later telling me at what time, Kay?" she says.
"Kay! Bye!" I say as she walks away, back home.
Wow. I made a friend today.
" Good morning uncle Grayson." I say to my father.
"Good morning gentlemen." I say to my dads friends.
" Good morning Karamel. How is my favorite niece today?" he asks me.
"Fine. Thank you." I respond.
My dad didn't just hate me, he completely rejected me too. His friends weren't supposed to know that he had a kid. And because of that, I was always supposed to call him 'Uncle Grayson'. So when ever anyone else was around, he was my 'uncle' and I was 'visiting him'. At least he was nice to me when ever anyone else was with us. I've gotten pretty good at acting like he was my uncle too. And I don't think that's a good thing.
"Uncle Grayson, is it okay if I go to the park for a bit?" I asked him as sweetly as I could.
" Of course! Just take a sweater and be home soon, its cold outside."
"Thank you."
As I walk to the closet near the door to get my hoodie, small backpack and bottle of water, I try my hardest to ignore the fact that my dads friends are checking me out. Gross. I begin the ten minute walk to the park and sit down at one of the tables at the abandoned playground portion of the park. Since the newer, cooler one was built on the other side of the park, no one really comes here. I dig into my backpack and find what I was really here for. Needles, a spoon, a lighter, and a small bag of heroine. I open the bottle of water and pour some into the spoon,add a small amount of the blissful drug and light it up. Once I am done lighting it up I take off my belt and put it around my bicep and squeeze. Putting the mixture into the needle, I inject myself and begin to feel really good in my own skin. Ahhhhhh.... Geez, I remember when I first started doing heroine... I was a stupid 10 year-old huehuehue... Whatever.When I'm finished, put away all my materials so that no one can catch me with them. Just as im finishing up, I hear leaves crunching from behind me.Pleas don't shank me, please don't shank me, please don't shank me...
"Hey, can I sit here?" a girl asks me.
I turn around to face a really pretty girl wearing a Nirvana sweatshirt, side of her head shaved, black hair and a nose piercing.
"Yeah." I say moving my backpack so that she may sit.
"Thanks. I'm Ivy. Ivy Rose." she says with a full smile.
"I'm Karamel Kalenbatch. I say.
"What a weird combination of names you have." I respond, thinking if how her names match perfectly.
" Yeah. I think my parents did it on purpose." she laughs.
"What are you doing here alone?" she asks with a genuinely concerned look.
" Nothing much. I have a thing for abandoned places." I half lie.
"Same here."
She reaches up to move some hair out of her eyes when I look at her wrist. She has a tattoo....
" How old are you?" I ask.
"14."
"And you already have a tattoo?"
" It's not my only one." She puts her foot on the seat and lifts up the bottom of her skinnys. She has some sort of symbol on her ankle.
" But don't you need to be 18 to get one?!" I ask, astonished.
" I got these done by my uncle." she says with an evil smirk.
From there she begins to tell me about herself. She lives with both parents and she has a little sister with dyslexia. She was born in upstate New York, but her sister was born here in Belleville. We have the same taste in music but she goes to a different school. Darn.
"What about you?" she questions.
" I live only with my dad. My 'Mother' left us when I was 4 and he blames me for her leaving and actually beats me because of that. I was born in Denver, but I only lived there for a week. My little brother was born here though." I spill out.
"You have a little brother?'
"Had." I correct her.
" What do you mean 'Had'....?"
"Gahh... Well... There's no easy way to say this but,... My dad killed him." I rush out. And that's where I hit the wall. I broke out crying and sobbing. She looks at me for a second, then hugs me. Wow. I just met her and she's already hugging me.
"Shhhh... Its okay. I know you miss him, but now he can't get hurt. Don't you want that for your brother?" she coos. I nod as best as I can and she asks,
"That's not all, is it?"
"nope" I respond " I've been beating myself up because I feel like its my fault." I tell her " I could of gotten home quicker!" I shout, tears streaming down my face.
" It's okay. Nine of this is your fault. Your dad's just an inconsiderate dick."
Once I calm down, she says,
" Lets go home. C'mon, I'll walk you home." then she hells me up. We walk to my house and to my surprise, she only lives a few houses down. When we reach my door step she asks,
"Do you have a phone?"
I fish around in my backpack and hand it to her. She types in her number and hands it back.
"If you ever need to talk you know, you get sad, don be afraid to call or text me. I'll help you. I promise." she says with a bright smile.
" Thank you." I say hugging her.
"No problem. Stay strong girlish, nothing lasts forever. Hey, you should come over to my house tomorrow. I'm sure my sister would love to meet you." she says.
"Sure! I'd love to!" I gush.
" Cool, text me later telling me at what time, Kay?" she says.
"Kay! Bye!" I say as she walks away, back home.
Wow. I made a friend today.
Notes
Hey sorry I haven't updated for a while I've been kinda busy (sorry) but here it is! Chapter 7! And, I know, the guys aren'tin this yet but, I PROMISE THEY WILL BE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER. Anywho, I hope you liked this installment of "Catch me if I fall."! Make sure you comment, rate and subscribe!
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12/21/14