Do you ever wonder where the dust goes after shifting it? I reckon it disappears underneath every nook and cranny, where it can stay hidden from being remigated.
I slammed the door to my riotous bedroom, standing idly behind it as the cool summer’s breeze distilled through my wafer thin chocolate hair as I sighed heavily. How many times was he going to let him make a fool out of her?
Thinking back to the residue, I’d noticed that it could do with a clean after all. ‘Not tonight.' ’d been aching since I’d finished school. Then, as I was finishing a knock encountered the door. I thought to myself. 'Tonight is my night and no one is going to spoil it.' I dumped my black rucksack, which weighed a ton onto my Manchester United covered bed, I stretched my arms; they
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“Callum!” I sucked in a breath. “Callum sweetheart open up!” Not a word escaped me, I didn’t’want to talk to her; if I did I’d live to regret it. Even though she could do with a few home truths.
I walked towards my silver squared hi fi and switched it on then turned the volume up until I couldn’t’t hear her anymore. I felt my shoulders slump in relaxation, my breathing nice and steady. This was how I liked it best; just me, the music and the four walls that enclosed me. Out of the way of him, from her and Charlotte, who had once been my saviour but now was my worst enemy.
You see, Charlotte was always saving me from stuff; detentions, getting grounded, putting good words in with girls, she’d even dragged me back from making the biggest mistake of my entire life; taking drugs. Right now it seemed that the time had come to repay my debt as just recently she’d been discharged from hospital from alcohol poisoning.
Mum said she’d been the one who had been more disorientated by her choice of action; she’d always liked playing the drama queen. She was wrong though, I was. If you’d have asked me whether I would have seen my sister struggling with some sort of life crisis. It seemed to just be me who had problems. Of course, Charlotte was now trying to tempt me back into her tangled web. And it was my turn to resist. It wasn’t easy.
“You need to lighten up Callum,” she’d say as she’d smoke her roll up. “If not, whatever will you end up as?” I’d bite my lip and remind her that she was the one who said that to me, but she’d always stopped me. She’d scoff and continue to rip her mates into shreds. I’d look on as if it was none of my business. Of course it was.
It made me wonder what had happened to my kind, caring and bubbly sister, now she was just a shadow of her former self, and it was up to me to bring her back. I knew that deep down she was lost. Didn’t’t we all end up in the abyss at times? Some of us don’t even make it out alive, but for those of us that do it’s all worthwhile.
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