Breathe in the Rainbow

As she hardened her death glare at the boy, his eyes twinkled in amsement, showing only laughter and play. She blinked and turned away. He made her blood boil and her heart skip beats the way he always smiled and nodded as she yelled at him when he messed up or did something. She listened to his laugh and spun on her heel to stare at him.
"Why do you always make fun of me?! It's not fair, Lucas! It's not fair!" She yelled, verging on tears. Her eyes stung slightly as they began to form. She blinked them away quickly. This time, he had been in her room, holding her most personal journal with all her feelings, her fantasies, her everything, poured out onto those pages. She had screamed at him to get out and chased him about the room trying to get it out of his hands. Her parents weren't home, they were away on an important buissness trip; something to do with a power station being shut down. And her brother Felix, well, he was out with his girlfriend. Lucas stared at her, his eyes softening slightly to only slight humor, which only made her want to weep and throw herself on the floor.
"Your not even sorry! You've never been sorry. Every time, you tugged at my hair, or stole my homework when we were younger, you have never once been sorry. And, and I was told, told you like me, and that's why you did such cruel things! But you don't! You hate me! And I hate you! With every single fiber and molecule in my body, Lucas Franzetti, I HATE you! Get OUT!" She began in a quiet, trembling voice, which soon broke out into screaming; sobbing. His eyes widened slightly, but she didn't care. She threw her journal to the floor and stomped over to him, shoving him toward the door. He stopped and caught hold of the door frame before she could push him any further. She couldn't help herself now, She broke down into sobs as she tried uselessly to push him out of her room. "Why c-can't y-you just do m-me o-one favor and g-go!" She sobbed, ramming herself into him. He staggered slightly and caught her shoulders, lifting her so she had to look into his eyes. They had softened and had no humor left.
"I'm sorry, Millie." He said. She gaped at him, horrified. Was he really so cruel as to call her THAT? That name was...When she was seven, her abusive father used to call her that as he slammed her into walls and hit her around, mocking her with her mother's name, who always seemed to escape her father's rampages somehow. Leaving her alone and young and defenseless. Her father was now in jail and her step-father and mother were gone on. Her name was Evangeline Carmine.
"D-don't e-e-ever c-call m-me th-that y-you jerk! Y-you ass-hole!! Get out!" She screamed, kicking his knee and pushing him out into the empty hall. Slamming her door and locking it, she crumpled to the floor, touching her arms lightly where she remembered bruises, stroking her cheeks and eyes. All those horried memories, returning in such a wave of anguish, she felt herself helpless and cowering once more. She sobbed into the wooden floor boards quietly.
"Please Evy, I didn't mean-"
"You ass hole! What the hell do you think you were doing?!" Her brother's voice raged over Lucas's despised one.
"I-I-I was just playing with M-Millie, I-"
"What?! What the hell did you just call her?!" He raged. Evangeline blocked out the screamed and crawled to her window. All the yelling and bashing sounded like her father, banging on the door, trying to get in. She slid the window open and crawled out onto the roof, letting the window fall closed quietly. She balanced steadily, holding her trembling arms out to her sides like suspended wings in mid-flight and made her way to the chimney, where she slowly slid down to sit, leaning against the chimney for support. She cried quietly, her tears spilling down her face effortlessly like waterfalls.
"Evy! Evangeline! Please, come down!" Someone called. She guessed it was the neighbours. They wanted her to come down? Oh, she'd come down then, and never get back up again. She stood, surprisingly steady and looked down through blearly eyes at the clustered group of people on her lawn. They had heard the screaming. Was it nearly half the street down there? She blinked to see better and found police arriving as well. What? Carefully, she stepped out, walking daintily along the pointed roof until she guessed she was in the middle. She turned her back on her neighbors, her friends, her family that God forgot to give her, and put one small, trembling foot out in front of her, letting it linger in mid-air.
"NO! Evangeline, don't!" She heard her friend, Mia, scream through sobs. She hung her head slightly and looked over her shoulder at them. Their terrified faces brought her back to reality and she began to tremble and cry, her shoulders shaking. Her father was locked up, her brother was caring for her, protecting her finally, and she had family again. She brought her foot back and crouched, hugging her knees tighlty to her chest and pressing her face into them, crying. She got on her hands and knees and began to crawl towards the chimney again, but she didn't stop there. She had to be somewhere. She stood and edged her way around the chimney, stumbling slightly and listening to the gasps and sobs of the people on her lawn. She wasn't going to die young, not yet. She pushed herself to the edge of the roof and stared at the next one, only a jump away. That roof was flatter. She drew in a big breath and jumped, landing a little staggeringly and catching her balance instantly. Her brother's voice behind her provoked her frozen legs on. She had to be somewhere. She began to move faster, jogging slightly. She jumped to the next roof and ignored the pleas from the people below, even the loudspeaker of a cop, telling her she was trespassing. Psh, whatever. She had to be somewhere, and she knew she was welcome anywhere, so no, she was not trespassing. She would have turned to them and held her hands on her hips to tell them so, but now wasn't the time. She began to run as the roof was flat and finally, reached the end of the street. She drew in a breath at the sudden stop of rooves and lowered herself into a crouch. She was agile, thanks to gymnastics, but heights still petrified her. She imagined her brother's waiting arms down there, urging her on, telling her he'd catch her and she jumped. She heard the screams behind her, but didn't turn to tell them she was alright. She'd probably be called insane and sent to a mental institute if they caught her now and this made her sprint for the house at the very end of the road, leaning to its left slightly and looking welcoming. Thank god for track. She pushed her legs on and reached the porch, jumping up the three steps and banging on the door.
"Michael!! Michael let me in!" She screamed, still crying slightly. The door opened, but its opener was no Michael, her best friend. Where had he gone? Why hadn't he told her? Oh yeah, they had fought and they hadn't spoken since last summer. Now she had one more year of school left, and no Michael...at all. She stared at the blue-eyed male, about forty with slightly graying brown hair that hung into his eyes. He frowned at her, confused and compassionate.
"Oh I-I'm sorry sir. I was looking f-for my friend, Michael. H-he used to live here. Sorry to d-disturb you." She muttered, too shocked to blush or feel embarrassed. Whoever he was glanced once behind her and ushered her inside, closing the door and locking it securely. He bent down slightly to peer into her blear eyes.
"No worries sweetheart. What's the matter?" He asked caringly, guiding her to a living room. On normal stances, she would have declined and ran home, embarrassed as hell, or at least told him nothing was wrong and run into the trees behind the old house to her secret hiding spot. She sat heavily on one of the sofa's and sighed, gripping her hands in her lap till her knuckles went white.
"I-I...I was just upset, and, came here, because, my, friend, he-he used to live h-here." She stammered, a single tear spilling down her cheek.
"Oh, the Warners. Nice people. I met them once, their son was very polite, but he looked so sad, so lonely in his eyes. I think I know why now. Was it because he was moving and leaving you here?" He asked. She shook her head, biting her lip.
"N-no. Wee fought l-last summer, and hadn't t-talked s-since. And, he didn't even t-tell me he was leaving. N-no g-goodbyes." She whispered, covering her tear-stained face in her hands. There was silence and then and arm wrapped around her shoulders for support. She sobbed quietly.
"I'm...I'm sorry. I shouldn't be here! So sorry!" She apologized, hastily climbing to her feet and racing for the door. She escaped through it and dodged her brother's and Mia's arm. Even slapped at the Police's grabbing hands. She jumped the porch and disappeared into the trees. That somewhere she needed to be, was nowhere now. She ran without direction or cause, stumbling and tripping over roots and branches that she would have missed. Soon, the yelling and voices behind her grew distant until they were nothing and she stumbled and tripped at the base of a large tree. She rolled onto her back to stare up at her old treehouse. It looked different somehow. Dead. Who cared about pasts now? Her best friend was goen forever and she hadn't even known. She got to her feet and climbed the rope ladder quickly, rolling into the treehouse's interior. It smelled musky and damp, like old leaves and wet wood, which was exactly what it was...or should have been. The wood was dry from the plastic sheet covering the roof on the outside. Something her and Michael had added to protect it from rain. The memories flooded her mind and she lay perfectly still, face buried in her arms and breathing in the musky scent. This was what Michael used to smell of. Leaves, bark and old cologne. Her hear beat faintly compared to her heavy breathing, but it ached like it had been ripped from its place and shoved back in in attempts to heal it again.
"Um, excuse me, but, who are you?" A male voice asked, young, her age. Unfamiliar. Evangeline raised her head, surprised and stared at a boy, deffinately her age with dark, forest green eyes straing just as surprisingly at her. Their expressions mirrored eachother.
"E-Evangeline." She whispered, frozen.