The ease in which the rising rays of sun leaked through the
thick black curtains and intruded within my room like damned streaks of color
upon a pitch black canvas irritated me.
Not only had I forgotten to sleep, but I had also spent the
entire night entranced within my notebook when I should have taken that time
and put it into the mountainous amount of homework that had been assigned to
me.
Now it was too late, and my father was inevitably going to
get a glorious phonecall from the school’s staff because of it.
Already was this day beginning to show what it held in store
for me.
I slip away my notebook under my pillow and relinquished my
inspiration in exchange for the attentiveness to gather my shit together and
sneak out of the house before father had a chance to wake up from his alcohol
induced coma.
Quick glance passed the shattered mirror I kept in my room
revealed unkempt hair. Short in the back, long in the front, each strand as
black as a raven’s wing.
My eyes shown darker than usual.
Immediately my attire was selected amongst the many piles
that adorned my room.
Scuffed black jeans that fit well enough that they
unfortunately revealed how skinny my legs were. A matching dress shirt that
easily flowed along the petty curves my body had adopted over the course of the
last few years.
Ragged shoes, pulled over plain white socks. The few
scattered papers I had gathered thrust into the gaping mouth of my fraying
backpack, the zipper casting it shut and silencing its hunger to be filled with
anymore senseless crap.
A quick scan of my room plus a nod of self-satisfaction and
thus I slowly opened my door and snuck up the hallway, down the stairs into the
front entrance, and after a small look into the living room to reveal the
giant, slumbering lump of fat that was my father, I slipped out the front door.
“You seem to be quiet talented at avoiding the bastard.” A
familiar voice says just within earshot.
I yet again resist the urge to jump out of my pasty skin and
simply turn to reveal the smirking form of the boy from last night.
“You again.” I furrow my brow at his presence, slightly put
off as to no matter how hard I try to concentrate on him, he always seems to be
a little out of focus.
He nods his head, “Indeed. I have to admit we had neither
the time nor the opportunity to be properly introduced last eve.”
He motions for me to walk with him, and with just a single
breath, I do so.
“The name I tend to go by is Charlatan, or Charlie for short.”
He chuckles as we walk and I watch him with curious eyes. “Freak… Just Freak…”
I whisper in response and his smirk widens into a small smile. “Beautiful
name.”
Butterflies immediately emerge within my stomach at those
few words and I feel my face ignite and burn against the cold air.
“Th-Thank you…” The words manage to stumble out of my mouth
and I feel his eyes on me.
“You…. Fear me?” He asks and I shake my head violently.
“Not at all… I just don’t… talk… much is all. Heh.” I
respond like a bumbling idiot and he laughs a little, “I can see that haha.”
For a moment I just stare at the ground and we walk along in
silence. And oddly, with no words permeating within the air, I still felt like
we were both communicating.
And it made me smile to myself.
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