Home. Home is not somewhere I enjoy. I loathe home. Home dwells in two worlds: this one, the one we are-almost all of us-present in, and Hell.
Home wasn't always this way; once it was a place of happiness, joy, and even laughter. Now, all it is, is a place of pain, anguish, yelling and tears.
I've never been all too certain when everything changed. Maybe it was when my…Father-I use this word without a hint of love, or sense of feeling as though he is my father, or what a father should be-lost his job. Or possibly it was when Father pawned Mother's-again, no sense of what a mother should be, at least not any longer-wedding ring was pawned to pay for Father's newly acquired drinking problem; they have to collect a tab sometime. But, maybe it was just them.
All I know now: Home is not somewhere I want to be.
Walking home is the most peace and quiet I get. Ever.
People look at me; at the bandage on my jaw, the split in my lip. They take in my piercings; I know what they think then, and it's exactly what I want them to think. 'Oh, look at all those piercings and those bruises and bandages! Surely he must be a delinquent!' If only they knew…
Although, I often wonder: if I had no bruises and such, and only had my spider bite, brow and ears, what would they think then?
For a moment, I snap back to reality, from the cages that are my thoughts, and press the button for the crosswalk, and long enough to notice the fuzzy white stuffed-bunny across the street-not the one I was set to cross-in a little boutique. Quickly, I changed my course, running through the crosswalk and ignoring the irritated drivers. I looked back for a moment, and waved my apologies.
I walked into the tiny shop, and swiped the bunny from the shelf. I squeezed it in my hands, smiling. It was soft, and very plus. It had an extravagant silken bow around it's neck, adorned with expertly stitched cherry blossoms. I checked the tag; only $3.50.
"Wow," I breathed, surprised by how cheap such a quality product was.
I walked up to the counter, working on pulling my wallet from my backpack, it slung over one shoulder, me not looking. The lady looked at me quizzically.
"You getting' a gun?" she smirked.
"Nah," I chuckled, "just my wallet." I pulled it out, waving it.
"Don't worry, I was only jokin'," she smiled warmly. "I can tell you're a good kid."
"No one's ever said that before," I sighed, handing her the bunny.
"Shame. For your girl?" she asked , scanning the tag. She took a hairpin out of her chestnut brown up-do, and stuck it in the key hole on the cash register.
"No," I quietly chuckled, "I don't have one of those-at least not the way you mean. It's for my little sister." She looked surprised, and shut the money drawer. She quickly tapped a few buttons, and sighed as the register beeped. She pressed a few more buttons once again-presumably the correct ones-before smiling and handing me the bunny.
"No charge, hun." Her blue eyes disappeared when she smiled. She reached out and ruffled my-oddly natural-bleach-blonde hair.
"W-why?" I asked, smoothing my hair.
"Because, I like your heart. Not many people care about family anymore-least not around here.
I scoffed. "Yeah, I know what you mean." I watched as she tilted her head to the side, clearly confused by my comment. "Aha, I've said too much already. Bye." I said, turning around and walking to the door.
"No," she said sternly. "You sit, and you talk," she ordered, sliding over a chair and 'slamming' me down into it. "TALK." I pressed my lips tightly together, and glanced at my watch. 3:30…If I'm not home soon…
"Ma'am, I really can't. I-- "
"Talk!" She glared, and I squirmed in my seat, while absent-mindedly running my finger over the bunny's satiny bow.
"M-Ma'am…If I don't get home soon…" I looked her in the eyes, hoping my urgency was conveyed properly. She sighed.
"Fine, tell me one thing." I nodded.
"I like you more than anyone but my sister." I stated. "And I just met you." She looked surprised-and she was right to.
"More than you mother and father?" I nodded, standing up.
"Way more." And with that, I walked out.
I began to jog, and sped up, until i heard feet pounding the pavement behind me. I looked back, and sure enough she was running after me. I sighed, and slowed down.
"H-here. Take my…number!" She panted, doubling over. "Call me…if you ever need help." I took it, and smiled awkwardly, making sure not to show my teeth. She hugged me quickly, "I may not know you, but I know kids like you don't deserve this."
"Thanks," I mumbled as she let go, and nodded.
"Now, run," she advised, turning back to return to her shop.
And, I did.