Kids In The Dark
Chapter Five.
Zippy’s P.O.V.
I clung to him throughout the service, listening to a bunch of people talk about how my mom will be missed, and silly little stories about when they hung out. If they were friends of hers then why the hell didn’t they come and visit her, why in the hell did they let me deal with it all on my own.
I felt sick. I couldn’t do this. I can’t say goodbye to her. I let go of Gerard’s arm and start to walk out of the service. I walk, and I walk. I don’t even know where I’m going. It feels like I’ve been walking for ages, when really it must have been minutes, because suddenly he’s there. Holding my hand and trying to pull me back. I try to pull my arm free but his grip is too tight. I just want to be alone. I might as well get used to it. I’m going to be alone for the rest of my life. I try once more to pull free of him, but he won’t budge. I look at him, staring. I think he gets the idea because he drops my hand and lets me walk away. I know he’s still walking behind me, I can hear his footsteps.
I’ve ended up walking home, I let myself in, leaving the door open, he was going to come in anyway so what did it matter. I headed straight up to my mom’s room. Well her old room, the one without all the medical equipment. I start throwing out her clothes from her closet. How dare she do this to me, how fucking dare she. Gerard stands in the door way watching me. What the hell is he doing here anyway? It’s not like I asked him to be here. It’s not like he’s my friend.
“Leave” I screamed at him, I picked up the nearest thing and threw it at him. “GET OUT” I shout, tears streaming down my eyes.
He takes a step towards me, I pick up a vase from the bedside table and hold it up to throw it at him, and he grabs my arm, and takes the vase. “It’s okay” he tells me. “Cry, scream, throw stuff at me. I don’t care.”
I fall into his arms and cry, soaking his white shirt. “She, I have no one.” I wrap my arms around him, holding myself close to him. “I’m all alone”
“You have me” He kissed the top of my head. “I’m not leaving you.”
I looked up at him and smiled. Leaning up on my tiptoes I look into his eyes. “Make me forget.” I kiss him, gently on the lips. “Make the pain go.” I deepen the kiss, biting on his lower lip. He pushes me back.
“No, Zippy” He holds me at arm’s length. “Not now, not like this.”
I clung to him throughout the service, listening to a bunch of people talk about how my mom will be missed, and silly little stories about when they hung out. If they were friends of hers then why the hell didn’t they come and visit her, why in the hell did they let me deal with it all on my own.
I felt sick. I couldn’t do this. I can’t say goodbye to her. I let go of Gerard’s arm and start to walk out of the service. I walk, and I walk. I don’t even know where I’m going. It feels like I’ve been walking for ages, when really it must have been minutes, because suddenly he’s there. Holding my hand and trying to pull me back. I try to pull my arm free but his grip is too tight. I just want to be alone. I might as well get used to it. I’m going to be alone for the rest of my life. I try once more to pull free of him, but he won’t budge. I look at him, staring. I think he gets the idea because he drops my hand and lets me walk away. I know he’s still walking behind me, I can hear his footsteps.
I’ve ended up walking home, I let myself in, leaving the door open, he was going to come in anyway so what did it matter. I headed straight up to my mom’s room. Well her old room, the one without all the medical equipment. I start throwing out her clothes from her closet. How dare she do this to me, how fucking dare she. Gerard stands in the door way watching me. What the hell is he doing here anyway? It’s not like I asked him to be here. It’s not like he’s my friend.
“Leave” I screamed at him, I picked up the nearest thing and threw it at him. “GET OUT” I shout, tears streaming down my eyes.
He takes a step towards me, I pick up a vase from the bedside table and hold it up to throw it at him, and he grabs my arm, and takes the vase. “It’s okay” he tells me. “Cry, scream, throw stuff at me. I don’t care.”
I fall into his arms and cry, soaking his white shirt. “She, I have no one.” I wrap my arms around him, holding myself close to him. “I’m all alone”
“You have me” He kissed the top of my head. “I’m not leaving you.”
I looked up at him and smiled. Leaning up on my tiptoes I look into his eyes. “Make me forget.” I kiss him, gently on the lips. “Make the pain go.” I deepen the kiss, biting on his lower lip. He pushes me back.
“No, Zippy” He holds me at arm’s length. “Not now, not like this.”
Notes
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