I was released today. Nobody came to pick me up till late at night. My mom has deep orangy, red hair and amber eyes. Her eyes are the same colour as her hair. She seems sweet minus the fact she ignored me the whole way home and just sent me to my room. I guess I don't deserve to remember anything. Not like I want to anymore. I just want to disappear. I can barely climb up the stairs without being able to use the railing with my broken arm. I can't play basketball. Why does this have to happen to me? What did I do to deserve this? All I did was exist and now I'm crippled and alone. Where is Al? Why isn't he here right now?
I grumbled checking my phone with my free hand and setting it on my bed as I sat down crisscrossed on my navy blue sheets. They folded as I sat down and the comforter I had tucked into the space between my bed and the wall nicely came out with the pressure when I sat down. I opened up my phone and tried to find my messenger app. Texting Al.
"Come on. Answer. Answer me Al." I spoke to myself as I called several times. No answer. Then I waited and still no answer. I called his mom Kris. To ask if he could hang out. Putting it on speaker as I spoke.
"Hey Ma'am." I smiled listening to her voice.
"Oh, hello, Ezra. How are you doing? I know it's been hard since Al was kidnapped." She said in the sweeted concerned tone I had ever heard. That's when it hit me and all the memories from before started flowing back to me in an overwhelmingly fast and swirling way. Al's missing and I just called him mom to ask if me and him could hang out. It had just taken a stab at me. The world is just trying to curse me isn't it.
I could barely open my mouth to talk. "I.. I just called to see how you were doing.." I managed to croak out. My voice and throat seemed to close up and dry up. I sat there letting my guilty tears run down my face. I never cried. I mean never and yet I felt I had to. I felt like they were being torn out of me. I just wanted to curl up and fade away in guilt. I didn't want to make any lives worse.
Why am I like this? Why do I end up making everything worse no matter how hard I try to be better?