I blink slowly as I look at my computer. The skype sound rings on and on. Is that really who I think it is? I haven't said a word to him, since we had our fight. Why was this bloke calling me? I look over my skype to see that he had messaged me seven times already. I see his skype name "The Banana King"... it's so goofy and unoriginal, but I shouldn't be talking. I deny the call and message him instead.
Me: What do you want?
He doesn't reply.
Me: hello...?
I see the pencil under my message, which means he's typing
TBK: KINDY! *hugs*
Me: What do you want?
TBK: you've got to see this!
Me: what is it?
I reply somewhat coldly.
TBK: you have to see this for yourself!
He calls me again.
I hesitate before clicking the answer button.
"What do you want?", I spat almost immediately.
"Just look.", I hear him reply.
I open my eyes and look at the computer screen. What I see is suprising. Callum is sitting there with some grown man, and the background is different from the usual messy one. Its cleaner and neater. It looks nicer.
"Who is that...", I ask Callum.
"This is my dad, Kindy.", I look from him to the man, I see the similarities.
"Wha...How...When...Where...", Callum and his father laugh a bit.
"My father went to court and claimed custody over me, and the beast went to jail."
My heart skips a beat from excitement.
"R-Really?", I look at the two suspiciously.
"Yea!", Callum's eyes filled with tears, as well did his father's.
They looked to me, to what I think was, to see if I was crying, but I held my same, somewhat unamused expression. I'm not heartless. I just don't feel emotions as strongly anymore. Its a really tough task to make me cry. So instead I gave a small smile, which I had to fake, because I was still angry at him and it wasn't smile worthy to me.
"Kindy aren't you happy for me? Isn't this what you wanted for me?", he must have seen through my plastic "Barbie Doll" face, and he now had a fallen look.
"I-I am! Really! Really, I am, but...I'm still angry at you...", I don't look at him.
"Kinder...?", I can only guess he's looking at my arched shuddering back.
I had bent over and began crying hysterically, sobs getting caught in my throat, I lifted my hand up the the computer mouse.
"Look! You made the pretty girl cry!", I hear, who I can only guess is Callum's father.
This breaks me down even more. If you are one who knows me, you don't need to know this. Whenever someone compliments me, it makes me feel terrible. I don't take it as a normal person would, like a regular compliment. I take it as an insult. I grab the mouse and look up, suddenly furious, I end the call. I see Callum's face for those last few seconds, before the skype call end and closes. His feelings that were expressed on his face for those last moments made me feel guilty, and one more thing to regret. His face looked sad, shocked, and regretful, all happiness and joy gone. I feel terrible, making someone feel like me.
He messages me...
I don't look at it, I just sign out and close my skype.
Shutting my computer, I sigh , thinking about what the message will say, and that I'll apologize tomorrow.
Here's what you should know about me.
Name: Kinder E. M.
Age: 14
Religion: Mormon, which I'm teased for, because its supposedly the moron man religion, which hurts me.
Status: Single (forever alone)
Sexuality: Straight
Disorders: Moodswinger, Bipolar, Split personality, Self harmer, Hates mirrors, Self degrader, Doesn't trust many people
So that's pretty much all you need to know about me.
That sums it all up about me.
That's how this all began...
Chapter 2: What are you doing in my room?
A bit later that day, after all that complete nonsense, of unneeded drama. I began to writing. I wrote my feelings, my opinion, and wishes that would never come true. Well, one of them came true at least... One of my dreams involved becoming Darren Shan, the half-blooded vampire prince, from the book series, "Cirque du Freak". I should really be grateful for all that I have. But, I never feel like I get enough attention, positive attention. In my mind, those who have lots own nothing of great value, unless they are cared for and loved, receiving enough attention. Those with little, who have love, care, and attention, own much more than a lonely millionare. For me, I'm moderate. I have what I need. The essentials. Like food, a roof over my head, parents, family, friends, health, etc. But, the one thing I don't have is much love or attention. Well from my point of view, that is anyways. I could be getting all the attetion I need and want, I just don't see it. Its usually negative attention anyways... and the love feels false. They pretend to get stuff out of me.
Anyways, I skipped lunch, like usual, and went straight to my bedroom. I grabbed my tablet off my bed, looking through all my apps. Finally settling on youtube, I found the show that actually brought a little bit of light, into my dark life. The show, called, "My Little Pony: Friendship is magic". I know, ridiculous, right. It's a kid's show! But, I look a little more deeply into the show. I watch as the characters develope and grow, unlike me; always in the corner of my bed, never trying at life. I see how they all love eachother, overcome problems, big and small, still loving eachother after each adventure.
After a while I noticed my stomach growling at me. Which meant I had to feed myself. I sighed, I hated feeding myself, so I ignored it. Eventually, it got quite annoying, so I dragged my lazy ass to the kitchen.I searched the food storage room for something to settle my angry, barking stomach. I finally found the only food, I wanted to eat. Chicken ramen. Also, I didn't feel like cooking. I started the stove up, filling a pot with water. I placed it on the stove to heat up, and boil. While I waited, I leaned againt the counter sink, bathing in the sunlight shining through the blinds of the window. I sighed softly, running a hand through my daek brown, nearly black, tangled hair, that I hadn't cared to run a brush through. I felt the heat of the sun and stove mix together, almost making the kitchen a sauna.
Waiting for the water to boil, I suddenly heard a loud banging come from my room. "LIIAM!", I immediately shouted and storm to my room. Right as I was about to turn the silver, round handle on my door, I remembered that I was left home alone. Not to mention, I hadn't heard him enter my room. How could this be? Maybe my dogs did it? No...they're to lazy to do anything, plus they were right next to me. I shuddered, now alert with fright. Maybe they left behind my little brother, or maybe my older one? No, I saw my older brother leave the house, and Liiam would never let them leave him behind. I pressed my ear against the door to my room. Several, soft, rushed, feminine voices could be heard on the other side. They seemed to be whispering and giggling quietly. I couldn't quite catch what they were saying, but it freaked me the hell out. My friends would never break into my house, niether do they care enough about me to. I listened again, blips of excitement and gasps, could still be heard. They were immediately followed but a stern shushing. Could they be robbers?
I ran upstairs, as quickly and quietly as I could. I entered my parent's room, and headed straight for their closet. In there I saw several rifles and pistols, my dad kept in there, for safety measures. I grabbed a pistol and a light rifle, before rushing back downstairs. I snuck past my room and into my older brother's. I grabbed his biggest knife, and put it in my back pocket.
I walked back to my own room, and opened the door a tiny crack. In my room were, Princess Luna and the mane six, straight from the show. They looked so real...yet not. It is hard to decribe how they looked, but yet, here they were, in my house, in my room. What they were doing there, I have no idea. But, yet they were there. Applejack was holding one of my bras, and Rainbow Dash was inspecting my panties, right in front of the draw they withdrew them from. Fluttershy, of course, was on my bed, with all my collected, stuffed toys, holding, hugging, my beloved teddy bear, for which I named Taffy. Pinkie Pie was on the bed next to Fluttershy, poking a giant Pinkie Pie plushie, was exactly her size. Twilight, obviously was still a bookworm like always, was next to a stack of books and journals, that I used. But, of course, what had to make it worse was, she was reading my journal, which doubled as a diary. Rarity, was just standing in front of my closet, looking through all my clothes, muttering things like; "Trashy, distasteful, old...unstylish...", and so on. Finally, Luna, who I had admired the most, was sitting in the middle of my room, looking at the glow in the dark stars hanging around my room, along with the moon, that also could be turned on to glow. I had, jokingly put a Luna figurine on the moon, which made Luna laugh a little.
I opened the door all the way, looking at the characters, that had just, seemingly popped right out of the TV show. I twitched slightly, "WHAT THE ABSOLUTE, HOLY FUCK?!" They had jumped at my sudden outburst. They looked at me, to my guns. They looked quite frightened. I probably, looked absolutely dangerous and insane, in their eyes. A girl of the height 5'9, hair all poofed up, rifle slung on my back, pistol in hand, a giant knife in my back pocket. I advanced forward, snatching my journal from Twilight, grabbing my underclothes from the orange and blue pony, taking Taffy away from the yellow pony. Then, pushing Rarity and her prying eyes away from my closet. And last I waved my hand in front of Luna's face. They all seemed shocked, scared. I pointed a gun at them. The five ponies hid behind Twilight, like she knew how to protect them. But, in all honesty, she couldn't, she was paralyzed with fear. Luna, herself looked frightened, but tried to brave through it.
Twilight stepped forward, my gun was immediately aimed at her. "Why are you here?!", I asked fiercely, scared myself, but, powering through it. "Uh, I... we uhm... are, uhm...", Twilight stuttered. The others looked as if they wanted to comfort her, but were stuck where they were, in order for her safety. Luna took a dangerous step forward, gun aimed at her now. "We have come, to take you on a journey." I blinked, and began to lower the gun. "What kind of journey...?" As soon as the words left my mouth, Twilight's horn lit up. I immediately lifted my gun back up and pointed it at her. Before, my finger could even touch the trigger, a flash took over the room. She was gone.
What I didn't understand was, why had she abandoned her friends, with a maniac like me? And, I had a weapon. I wanted answers, but I couldn't say anything else. Everything was tense. Fluttershy looked as if she was about to cry. Finally I managed to choke out, "Where'd she go?!" No pony answered. They were just silent. I repeated the question, it still went unanswered. Just as I was about to ask again, a flash reoccured in the room. It seems she had returned. But, there was another figure with her. I blinked and aimed at the figure. My heart absolutely dropped at the voice and the named, the figure next called me. "KINDY!" I dropped the pistol and hugged the figure, out of reaction. Was it really who I thought it was...?
