Get Out Of Here
Charlotte sat by her window letting the soft winds kiss her face gently as she thought about the heavy things going on in her life. Her brother, Boyd, ran away and her parents are totally obsessing over it. What they didn't know was that he came home every night to gather supplies. Boyd claim oh so heavily about not having friends and eating alone, but all she'd seen was her parents marveling in his over-achieving glow. He didn't need friends with grades like that. It's been two weeks, he's still not home, and yet, they still find a way to let him come in between everything. She sighed heavily before getting up and logging on to her computer.
Charlotte never gets any type of action. . . I don't want to be a damsel in distress . . . But I would totally love it if I were Lilly Collins in 'Abduction'.
Her status is now updated. She logged of because it was 10:28 P.M. She was going to open her window for Boyd in about an hour and a half. Sleep has become irrelevant since her brother magically disappeared into the night.
"Charlotte, can you come down here for a minute?" Her mother called to her from the bottom of the stairs.
She rolled her eyes and let out a frustrated sigh before totally making a scene on her way down the stairs.
"What is it now?" She mumbled under her breath.
Her parents were seated at the island in the middle of their small kitchen. She waited there impatiently with her arms folded over her chest and most of her weight pushed down on her right foot.
"Tomorrow night we will be searching for your brother. We would like it if you would accompany us. You haven't shown up to the last two searches." Her father answered looking her directly in the eye.
"And what made you think that I would show up to this one?" She asked with a dry tone.
"Charlotte Anne Maria-"
"Oh, so you guys do remember my name. At least I know I'm not totally forgotten."
"That's it," her father stated with a slam of his hand on the cold surface in front of him. "I am getting tired of the whole 'I'm big and bad' routine. I don't have time for this Charlotte. Your brother is missing and all you can think about is yourself. How could you be so selfish?"
"It's easy. I'm the only one that cares about me in the first place. Honestly, I'm glad he's gone! This should be a time where all of us are supposed to grow closer, but all it does is send me even further in the darkness. I'm even more irrelevant now than I was when he was here."
"This isn't like you. We know that you miss your brother and it's normal for teens to act out with such behavior in situations like these," her mother began, tired and weak. "But we have to keep positive thoughts."
"Even when I'm yelling, you guys don't hear a single word I'm saying." She stomped up the stairs and back into her room.
She found her iPod and began blasting the music through her Beats headphones. She sat in front of her full length mirror and twisted herself back and forth while singing:
Mirror on the wall
Here we are again
Through my rise and fall
You've been my only friend
You told me that they can understand the man I am
So why are we talking to each other again?
She played the song on loop and somehow- before she knew it- she was asleep.
You told me that they can understand the man I am
So why are we talking to each other ag-a-a-ain