The color was perfect. Dark blue at one end, and an orangey-pink at the other. It was like the sun was trying to take all the color in the world with it, and leaving a mystery of dark shades. I personally love the night. All those secrets, just waiting to be revealed. Or hiding, trying to escape all the nosy people of the world.
I took a picture. The snap of my camera filling the noisy silence. Up here, on top of my mother's apartment building, everything seemed unreal. The beeps and the shrieks of the cars below barely registered in my mind. So the camera's snap! startled me. I looked down at my watch. 7:30. Almost time for dinner. With a sigh, I turned to walk to the door that lead downstairs.
Ever since last June, our elevator stopped working. So anytime I want alone time, I have to walk 6 flights of stairs. At first I thought it was an enormous pain in the butt, but then I got to the point where I almost enjoyed the solitary walk up and down the stairs. Mom hates leaving the apartment because she has to walk down two sets of stairs. Which isn't all that hard, but when she does leave, she normally brings something back. It's really hard on her.
I walked slowly up down the stairs. The walking soothing my raging emotions. Earlier today, my dad called. He probably thought he was doing me a big favor. Uh, no. I don't think so. When he called he kept on correcting me and telling me how to improve myself. I ended up spending more than half the day up on the roof top. Sometimes he makes me so... ashamed. But as I headed down the stairs, I stuffed every thought of him to the back of my brain.
I took the keys out of my back-pocket, and unlocked our door. "Mom? I'm back. Would you like any help with dinner?" I walked slowly into the room. The place was a mess. Our family pictures off the wall. The cushions, slashed down the middle and thrown everywhere. Lamps that were still on, were laying on the ground. I ran into the kitchen
2007-12-25
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