My eyes flickered open as the light shone through the windows that hadn't been covered by the dull curtains. Flashbacks of the previous night now flooding back to my memory like a tidal wave. I was hit automatically with sadness, who would tell our parents, has the hospital already rung them? Do we have to tell them? Questions and guilt added to the sadness that wash over me.
'Want some food?' Joe hung over me, already eating a pancake with his hand off of the plate. I shook my head, how could he just act so normal? I headed up the stairs ready to have a shower, I heard childish laughter -- laughter that sounded like Frankie. I headed down the hallway and turned into Frankie's room, there he sat on the floor with Macey. But -- this didn't make any sense. I turned on my heels and headed backwards towards my room. I stood looking in the doorway, my room now seemed an endless heap of trouble, why was this move needed? Why did we have to all go along for the ride.
My body seemed numb, I walked in, full of anger and confusion. I didn't know what I was going to do, I was letting my body take over. I stood facing the door, the door where everything was caused and soon would be sorted. I lingered, thinking about the possibility of death, the thought of myself or my brothers being harmed. I didn't care about myself, it was them I was worried for.
I marched forwards, tugging on the doors rusty handle until it gave way and opened. I tried desperately to collect my thoughts, I wanted to know what my body was doing, what I wanted to do but what instead I was doing. My feet moved forwards and inside my body followed, I turned pulling the door shut with me. It was up to me to sort this mess out.
I placed my foot on the step, the step that everything started with, the step that had caused all of this trouble. I grabbed hold of the railing and hoisted my body up the first step -- it was difficult, I felt as if something or someone was pulling me backwards, away from possible danger. I turned to look, I saw Libby standing there holding onto the end of my jacket. The longer I looked at her, the more I fell for her, but the more anger that welled up inside of me.
'WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BROTHER?!' I screamed at her, turning on her. She softly moved backwards out of the anger zone I had put up around myself, she looked frightened, timid. Her arms crossed over her chest as if she was trying to protect herself. My heart warmed to her, I felt bad -- terrible. I felt like a monster. 'I'm sorry,' I whispered, 'I'm just angry.'
'It's fine,' she said seeming to cheer up a little. 'This house will do it to you,' she moved forwards, and outstretched her hand to gently touch my forearm.
'What'd you mean?' I asked confused.
'Nothing, don't worry about it,' she moved forwards further and slowly moved my chin down, kissing my lips once more. This time -- it felt strange. It didn't feel as if it was supposed to be happening, it didn't feel right. I opened my eyes as she flickered -- she changed. She looked different for a mere second, like I had in the mirrors upstairs. I pulled away, pushing past her and back into my room, she quietly followed. 'I'm sorry, I. I don't know why I did that,' she said.
'No. I want to know how you got in there without making a sound -- that door.' I stopped to look at it. 'That door, creaks. A lot,' I put simply.
'I. Nick -- I -.'
'Get out,' I said lowering my head.
'But -'
'GET OUT!' I screamed at her, she moved quickly and exited the room. I stood there in silence for a few hours.
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Inside - SF 48 Hour Film Project 2010by hongkongfooey1316106 views
Aww poor Nicky!! In the next chap you should have something like happen to Kevin like Joe tries to hurt him or something. Just an idea. But this story rocks! Please post more!
KevinJonasLover78 1 year ago