If Only You Knew What Went On In My Head

I swear I almost broke my neck reaching for Mikey's guitar strap at the top of the shelf. But I really wanted it, so I placed my nasty shoes over the bed and sort of...leaped onto it. In those few moments, I felt like Spiderman, zipping through the air. I grabbed the strap and hoisted the little thing along my bony shoulder. After accomplishing that, I had no idea how I'd get down. The shelf was behind my bed, so maybe I could fall backwards onto my bed with no harm.

My luck decided not to fail on me this time, and I dropped myself quite cozy into the pile of junk. For the most part, it was just plastic wrappings for Christmas gifts that were reused and reused. My current parents are very thrifty. I curled in a ball for a while, messing with the paper. I bent the paper in a lot of shapes, like hearts and circles, and even into a mustache. I know, I act like a complete child.

After a while, I got bored and texted Wendy. I just asked if she was packing and having a good time, and she replied in a matter of seconds. Apparently, she was going in a whole trailer and everything. I picked up my phone and headed down the stairs with the strap, going through the pantry. Goddammit, I was starving.

“Hey, Mary, I’m going to eat the…” I started to yell so she would hear me through these thick as hell walls. I read the random can’s label. “Why the hell do we have fucking frog legs and
grass jelly?!”

My foster parents aren’t bad people, they just get a bang out of buying me yuck-as-fuck foods. I sighed and took my phone out to text Wendy, only after looking at myself in a mirror. My little-to-nothing eating habits explain my terrible complexion. My face is alright, and so is my skin, just being a bit pale and all because these parents don’t have the courtesy to get me some goddam windows. My body is slouched, after all the time with people who didn’t
teach me how to walk upright.

I sigh and text Wendy, telling her that she’s lucky and all.

I read her newer text, telling me I could come with her family if I wanted to. My parents were going to Brazil anyways, just leaving me off in a lousy hotel alone with just enough money to pay the hotel bills. I nearly cried in happiness. I texted in capital letters, “THAT WOULD BE HEAVENLY” and waited for her response. I could tell she laughed at that, or at least chuckled a bit. I gave her my address and went to tell my lousy parents.

“Hey guys I’m going to…” I opened the door to their bedroom, where I could see remnants of a pink piggy bank old Mikes gave to me. It killed me. “What the fuck did you do?!”

Mary, my so-called “mom” was with this man, and they just seemed to be having a conversation. With my bank thing smashed on the floor. “Where’s Cameron?” That’s my “dad”, Cameron. He was alright, but kind of phony to me. At least he cared for me a little bit, he brought me to the dentist and all. He also had this talent of finding things, especially important things, things that may have been in that piggy bank for safe-keeping.

“For Chrissakes, I don’t care what you’re doing,” I said, looking around the floor. I was worried, I really was. “Just find that necklace and I won’t say a word.”
I felt kind of bad for saying that though. If Mary’d been cheating on him or something, he wouldn’t know. I kind of had this bond with Cameron. It wasn’t much, but we both lost our brothers growing up. Whenever Mikey came to mind, he’d talk about his brother, Rodney. He’d talk about how they used to go fishing together and make birthday cakes for each other.

The man looked around the floor curiously and picked up something that thankfully, was my necklace. I laughed in relief and he placed it around my neck. “It looks good on you,” he said with a smile and a very noble voice. It damn near kills me when the person I’m supposed to hate is so nice.

“Thank you,” I sighed, and headed downstairs. I pushed the bass guitar strap into my bag of clothes and went outside, sitting on the steps. A trailer came by to greet me, sending a grin across my face. Wendy’s hands pulled me in.

Notes

new chapter c: