Read Online Monsters & Fairytales by Rebecca Suzanne - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Rebecca Suzanne
Ads: Link
and shattered. I stared at the floor and looked at all the destruction I had created. The broken mess suited this world better. Life should look like this; not all pretty and fake. No one had a perfect life in which they were perfectly happy. No one.
I went to destroy more of the shelves but I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. The wall, there was a blank spot. I didn’t remember anything falling. I wiped my tears and walked up on the couch. Our family time line nearly killed me. Seeing us so happy twisted my heart into my gut. I squeezed my hands. Looking down I saw where the missing picture had fallen.
It was the one of when I had first met Rida. There was a crack right down the middle of us. Oh, irony. My eyes were looking up into hers with so much trust and love and I hadn’t even spent more than a day with her. But now, six years later, I was in this house alone and hurt.
“How could you do this to me?! How could you leave me like this?” I screamed.
I took the picture and chucked it away from me. It flew into the glass door. The frame smashed and the glass broke even more. The shattering of glass was starting to comfort me more than I thought it could. I was getting sucked into that part of my head that denied reality. My body was giving up on me. Everything screamed that I was just lost in my own world. My mother wasn’t gone, she was still here. She was at the store. She’d be coming home any minute now. The house was a disaster, I had to clean it.
I tried to catch my breath. I collapsed on the floor and picked up the pieces of the broken snow globe. She was going to be so disappointed in me when she saw this. I had to think of something to fuse the pieces back together and get the water back inside.
Leaning on my hands and sobbing, I heard the jingle of Spike’s collar. I looked up and he was walking closer to me. He had his head hung low. He knew I was upset. He must’ve been hiding during my outburst and seeing me stopped now, figured it was safe to comfort me. He usually set me free from my insanity, but all I could think of was the glass all over the floor. He was steadily getting closer to it. I didn’t want him to get hurt.
“Spike, go.” I whispered.
I pointed towards the kitchen. Rather than turn around, he stopped moving and just hung his head lower.
“Go!” I screamed and pointed again.
He stepped forward to lie down and barely missed a piece of glass from the picture. I started to panic. I reached for a pillow behind me and chucked it in his direction. I threw it too high though and the fan caught it. It made a funny sound and then burst open. Feathers went everywhere.
Spike moved, but only to get the feathers. I watched him jump and bounce around. I blew my hair out of my face. Feathers flew out of my hair. Spike was on the couch trotting around and pouncing on the feathers that had settled. He stopped right beside me. The look on his face didn’t make me feel better. I wasn’t amused at all by God’s attempt to lighten the mood and cure my temporary rage.
“Why are you doing this to me?!” I whispered.
I looked up to where God and my mother were looking down. I dropped the pieces of glass I had picked up and wiped the feathers off my face. They were sticking to my cheeks from my tears. With a few deep breaths, I stared at the now even bigger mess before me. The feathers that were covering the broken pictures and trinkets, the table that was overturned with its broken leg, the complete sheer immature behavior I had just displayed, I was a disgrace.
What have I done?
W hat’s going on?
(( these lies will corrupt you ))
From the back room came a loud crash. It
I went to destroy more of the shelves but I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. The wall, there was a blank spot. I didn’t remember anything falling. I wiped my tears and walked up on the couch. Our family time line nearly killed me. Seeing us so happy twisted my heart into my gut. I squeezed my hands. Looking down I saw where the missing picture had fallen.
It was the one of when I had first met Rida. There was a crack right down the middle of us. Oh, irony. My eyes were looking up into hers with so much trust and love and I hadn’t even spent more than a day with her. But now, six years later, I was in this house alone and hurt.
“How could you do this to me?! How could you leave me like this?” I screamed.
I took the picture and chucked it away from me. It flew into the glass door. The frame smashed and the glass broke even more. The shattering of glass was starting to comfort me more than I thought it could. I was getting sucked into that part of my head that denied reality. My body was giving up on me. Everything screamed that I was just lost in my own world. My mother wasn’t gone, she was still here. She was at the store. She’d be coming home any minute now. The house was a disaster, I had to clean it.
I tried to catch my breath. I collapsed on the floor and picked up the pieces of the broken snow globe. She was going to be so disappointed in me when she saw this. I had to think of something to fuse the pieces back together and get the water back inside.
Leaning on my hands and sobbing, I heard the jingle of Spike’s collar. I looked up and he was walking closer to me. He had his head hung low. He knew I was upset. He must’ve been hiding during my outburst and seeing me stopped now, figured it was safe to comfort me. He usually set me free from my insanity, but all I could think of was the glass all over the floor. He was steadily getting closer to it. I didn’t want him to get hurt.
“Spike, go.” I whispered.
I pointed towards the kitchen. Rather than turn around, he stopped moving and just hung his head lower.
“Go!” I screamed and pointed again.
He stepped forward to lie down and barely missed a piece of glass from the picture. I started to panic. I reached for a pillow behind me and chucked it in his direction. I threw it too high though and the fan caught it. It made a funny sound and then burst open. Feathers went everywhere.
Spike moved, but only to get the feathers. I watched him jump and bounce around. I blew my hair out of my face. Feathers flew out of my hair. Spike was on the couch trotting around and pouncing on the feathers that had settled. He stopped right beside me. The look on his face didn’t make me feel better. I wasn’t amused at all by God’s attempt to lighten the mood and cure my temporary rage.
“Why are you doing this to me?!” I whispered.
I looked up to where God and my mother were looking down. I dropped the pieces of glass I had picked up and wiped the feathers off my face. They were sticking to my cheeks from my tears. With a few deep breaths, I stared at the now even bigger mess before me. The feathers that were covering the broken pictures and trinkets, the table that was overturned with its broken leg, the complete sheer immature behavior I had just displayed, I was a disgrace.
What have I done?
W hat’s going on?
(( these lies will corrupt you ))
From the back room came a loud crash. It
Similar Books
