Creative Writing: Baby

“I want to apologize about the last time we got up. I don’t know what got into me. I just care about you a lot.”

“Well I was trying to ask you a question, but sometimes I swear to god you’re not even all there anymore”

This time the store owner had called the police. Roxy had shoplifted from his establishment before but I had always been able to fix it; most times by paying double the price. Peering through the faceted glass of my front door, I could see Mr. Pachenko pacing the brick-edged sidewalk, his face pale with anger. With his blood pressure, the bright red spots on his cheeks would be with him for the rest of the night.

"Well, we'll have to wait for her to get out on her own. She's our best chance we got finding the reality engine. Besides, you've known her for years and you still don't trust her?"

Each day Bat stared into the leafy trees above him, wingless and hopeless. Through the trees, however, was the thing he really longed to see, be and love. Above in the bright blue sky Bird could be seen swooshing and speeding through cotton candy clouds and tall magnificent jungle trees. Bat had always wanted to meet bird but every day at dawn Bird swooped up into the sky, up and up until she was just a speck on the other side of the impassible wall separating them. Every day for hours bat tried over and over to one day fly up to be with bird, however, none of them worked. Instead, Bat was met with the painful laughs and taunting the other rodents spat at him. Bat wanted to give up, to leave his fantasies, and to live the life he was meant to live but there was something always urging him not to give up. Whenever he looked up at bird he felt inside him that he was meant to fly, and that being a rodent wouldn't hold him back.

Waking up, it was the first time in months I haven't had a dream or memory. It made me nervous, but I shrugged it off. Boston. He was the one person on my mind. So many questions and yet no answers.

“What do you want?” My voice shakes as I speak. After a minute I clear my throat and ask again. “I said what do you want!” This time I said it louder and more sure of myself.

“He tried to rape you. He never got to because you are a strong ass girl. It just scares me that you could be put through so much and I can't always be there to protect you. I know you didn't think that this would happen and I am so deeply sorry that it did.”

“My baby girl’s gonna die, she can’t. She can’t leave me, she’s my… everything. I gotta see her, I gotta.”

“Please stay with me. Please come back to me. You’re not there anymore. You’re here. With me.”

“Okay, well, is your partner, Daphne, going to be doing the speaking part of the assignment?" She looked over at Alex, hinting that this conversation didn’t need extra eyes or ears. He reluctantly took the hint and walked out the

“You did this. I knew something was off, but instead of listening to my instinct, that little voice inside, I gave you the benefit of the doubt.”

"No not for scaring you, because I haven 't been thear to protect you twice now, and fore making you hate me" he says with regret written all over his face.

"Yes, you did. You've always been hard on me, and you know what? I deserved it."

Waking up was the most difficult for her. Once the alarm clocked stopped buzzing the sound of yelling from downstairs would completely pull her into reality. After surviving the morning at her home she met another set of problems at school, people would either act like she was invisible or they would drag her down with words and actions such as pushing her into the wall or throwing her down to the ground.