Interesting Night.


“KIRSTEN!!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!”

And I slam the heavy wood door in her face. I’m so sick of the yelling. All of the blame and the smoking. They say their  trying to stop and instead of actually putting forth a good effort, they turn on me. I’m so tired of them screaming at me. They don’t know how hard it is to be the only one in the house that DOESN’T drink and DOESN’T smoke and DOESN’T do dugs. I’m so sick of them calling me an idiot. And making me feel useless and like I don’t have a purpose. I’m so sick of the yelling and this is the third night in a row.

You know what? I’m stressed out as hell right now. I don’t know how much more of this shit I can take. What makes her think that she has the right to yell at me?!!?!? I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING TO HER!!! She always takes advantage of me and I hate it. Why can’t she stop to see how much this is affecting me? I can’t tell her or my parents anything. I can’t tell them that I cut I can’t tell them I feel like killing myself every other night. I can’t tell them I have massive moods wings that won’t go away.

Okay Emma just calm down. I just need to get out for a bit so I can calm down. It’s what… one o-clock in the morning, my parents are asleep. I’m going call Dan see if he wants to spar down at mountain view.

*ring ring*

“Hey, what’s up Emma”
“Dan I’m stressed out and I need to get out. You want to spar at Mountain View?”
“Yeah, “ he says in a sly tone “I’ll be there at 1:30”
“See you there Dan” and I hang up the phone.

Ah now to start my little routine I peak out my door to make sure the lights were out, and I pull out my screen as quietly as I can making sure not to make a sound. I put on my black outfit which consists of an extremely baggy black shirt that was 3 sizes too big, black elastic dress pants, and no shoes. Ugh now I get to start the slightly difficult process of getting down from my second story window.

First I climb out my window onto the balcony where I then walk across and climb over the railing and pray to god it doesn’t creak. And jump down the last 10 feet making sure I land carefully in the grass so as to make as little noise as possible. Now here is the fun part I get to start feeding off of that adrenalin rush that is just starting to kick in and I start running down the street. Putting my steps in such a way that they are deadly silent and filled with stealth. I start to get closer to the parking lot and my adrenaline rush starts fading away. My breathing slowly becomes more even as I pass through the parking lot and hop over the fence on my way to the medium blue bench.

I let my mind wander and I start thinking about Mr. Garner’s verbal advantage test. Then I hear something out of place, something that doesn’t belong and it readily catches my attention. It sounds like a little click, just the quietist little click like when you take the safety off of a paintball gun or when you switch settings on a drill motor. I turn around and all of a sudden I find myself staring down the barrel of a police issue hand gun. The gun itself is black but the hand holding it is a dark butterscotch tan. I look down twards his feet and I see black leather steel toe boots slightly covered by pictch black but slightly worn and faded jeans. Moving my eyes up I see a black hanes shirt. And to his face it looks familiar. Lets see a light faded scar above the left eyebrow, crystal blue eyes……. Wait just a minute!! OH MY GOD IT’S DAN!!!

“DAN WHAT THE HELL IS GOING O…..” he cuts me off.
“JUST SHUT UP AND BEND OVER”
“Excuse me! How about no….”
“Look here Emma you do what I say or I’ll shoot your ass”

Wait a minute…… hold on. Aren’t I supposed to be scared, terrified maybe? Why am I not freaked out at all? Woah hold up just a second why the fuck is my “friend” pointing a gun in my face?!?!? How dare he! Does he think I’m stupid? In his twisted brain does he think that I’m going to let myself be raped at gun point?!?!? Never again will I go through the embarrassment of that. I am already a vessel of dolor from my past and from my very recent past.  The memories of my past haunt me still. I’ll be damned if I let this happen again. No, never again, NOT EVEN AT GUN POINT!

Wait Emma don’t be stupid. He still does have a weapon pointed in your direction. I just need to take a deep breath and think this through. Now what will scare him the most? What will get me out of this situation safely and mostly unharmed? Use your past to help you here what did you learn from those mistakes? Think emma why did you come down to mountain view in the first place?

“Now Dan I’m a 15 year old girl and your 18.”

“SO!!”

I turn the gun around in his hand and put my finger on the trigger. I watch his tan face turning pale with fear and confusion and his blue eyes becoming terrified. And I’m just standing there smiling.

“Now you listen to me! I have a lot of things in my world that are stressing me out. Alex and Maddie, my two best friends in the whole world are dead, my grades suck, my sister wont leave me alone and I’m pissed. You should have pulled the trigger when you had the chance.”