Guitar Picks and Paper Cartoons

"Come on lets catch the train back home." The man said. He was tall and had dark hair but blue eyes. Just like her. I nodded and we left. We jumped on the subway and travelled a route that I always use to. It was the way from the park to my old apartment that I use to live in. We got there in what seemed like no time. I found my self staring at a formilliar door and opening it. I went and sat down at the kitchen table.

"So how's school going?"

"Good I guess. I'm getting B's and a couple of A's. Mom thinks I need to not study so hard."

"Why's that?"

"I don't know about two years ago she told me that it's better to be dumb and attractive than smart and a hag."

"Oh wow. Please don't believe her."

"I wont." He began to make some food for us to eat while I looked around at all that he had changed in the apartment. I'm still happy that he kept it even with out a family. He use to be married to my mom. We all use to live here. Even when they divorced I still lived here instead of with her. But 5 years ago we moved away. Just thinking of it made me start to cry.

"I don't understand why it happened to her. I miss her everyday."

"I know, I do too." He hugged me for a moment to make me feel better. My sister died. It had been five years. Five years of not seeing her or hearing her voice.

"I'm sorry dad. I thought I would be better this year."

"Anya you came back and that is all I expect from you. Now why don't we watch a movie and then go visit her?"

"Okay that sounds good." We watched a couple of Disney movies and went to Hannah's grave sight. It was nice to know I'm not the only one that still misses her. My mom barely even recognizes that she ever existed. I resent her for that. She was her daughter to.

Around ten o'clock his phone rang and he seemed upset. I turned around on the couch to look at him.

"Yes Gina she is here....what so you expect at least someone misses her...fine whatever you want darling here you can talk to her." He handed me the phone and I looked at him like he was crazy. I didn't want to talk to her. That's half of the reason that I was there.

"Hello," I spoke into the phone.

"Anya I have been so worried about you. I called over to Gerard's house and he said you didn't go over after school."

"Yeah well I didn't feel like it and I didn't want to see you so whatever." Some how when I was here I felt more powerful. Like I couldn't be stopped by her.

"You listen real clear young lady. I want you back home by midnight or your grounded."

"If that means that I don't have to see you than count me in!" I hung up and looked at my dad.

"So you have to go home?" He asked already knowing the answer.

"Yeah." He stroked my head.

"Don't worry Anya, Things will get better. Come on I'll give you a ride so you don't get in trouble." He drove me the long way home. We talked about music and my friends on the way back. When we go there I gave him a hug goodbye and opened my door to get out.

"Anya...Look in my trunk It's a present from me." He popped the truck and I walked over. I looked inside to find a spare tire and a guitar. My mouth dropped. It was his old one. I thought that there must be a mistake so I told him it wasn't in there.

"It's the guitar."

"But this is your guitar."

"I haven't found much music lately. I want you to have it. I was going to give it to Hannah today but since I can't I wanted to give it to you. Anya no matter what happens between you and your mom. I'm still here for you. I love you so much. Anytime you want to come home just call or stop by."

"Thanks dad." I gave him a hug and we said one last goodbye and I walked inside. I went straight to my room. I didn't want to see my mom or talk to her at all. Just being in this house was bad enough. Knock. knock, knock.

"Anya open the door we need to talk about you and leaving the state."

I decided to ignore her and tun on my music. She continued to knock so I turned the music up louder.

BANG BANG BANG "ANYA OPEN UP THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW YOUNG LADY."

I went over to my window and sat down leaning my head against the cold glass. About a minuet later I saw a figure begin to approach. Worried I moved my head. I don't know why I didn't get up and move but I didn't. I sat there like an idiot. The figure nocked on my widow and waved. I was really confused. The light was on in my room so I couldn't actually see who it was. I cracked the window and they stuck their hands under it and pulled it up the rest of the way. I moved back eyes wide to realize it was Gerard.

"You okay?" He asked generally concerned.

I sighed, "Yeah I couldn't tell who it was."

"And you opened it anyway?"

"Anything is better than that," I nodded toward the door. My mom was still yelling on the other side.

"Wanna get outta here?" He extended my hand. I smiled slightly and accepted it. I threw my feet out of the window and became completely confused to what happened next. Gerard grabbed my hips and helped me out. Normally he just gave me his hand. His was extremely weird because after he helped me out he just stood there right in front of me, and inch away.

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