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A Pathetic Way To Be
Part 1-Grey
Chapter 1-Grey's My Favorite Color
"Suze, you are so worthless. I tell you to clean the kitchen, and you don't. What next?" my mother yelled at me. She blamed me that Dad went out jogging that day. It's always been my fault.
"Are you even listening? The neighbors are coming over today to welcome us in, and I had to clean the kitchen on my own. Go to your room, and don't come out until it's time for school tomorrow. You were sick, if anyone asks," she tells me. I do not hear her word, though. I have headphones in. I know the drill, though. It's always like this.
I trudged up the stairs slowly to my room. On the way, I pass the ghost of my dad. He shakes his head sadly at me. I'm a letdown, he's saying.
In my room, the ghosts of my two best friends sit. They were killed last winter in a car accident, and followed me when I moved. They want me to get my mother arrested for killing them. I can't do that, though. They will have to go to a different mediator to solve that problem, and them I'll be without a house.
Life basically sucks.
My room has already been unpacked by myself. The walls, I painted grey. Grey's always been my favorite color. It describes me, befriends me. Grey is in between light and dark. It's in between happiness and anger; grey means lukewarm, inconsistent.
It's also in between life and death. Yup, that's me. Never hot, never cool; never happy, never angry. Apathetic is another term for it.
I hear the doorbell ring. The neighbors are here. Oh, joy. My CDs are sitting on a shelf against a bare wall. On the other side sits my laptop, whose permanent internet access can never be traced. Otherwise, my room is bare, besides my bed .
I have a backpack with all my important clothes, books, CDs, and laptop pouch in it. I'm ready, if my mom is ever arrested. I have money saved up that I slip from her, and from my old job.
I walked over to the door, and listened out.
"Hello! Thanks for coming!" my mother said cheerily. I hated hearing her sound like that.
"We wanted you to feel welcome. I'm Alice, and this is my son, Jesse. My husband is at work. We live at your right," I heard the woman say again.
"I am Andy, and these are my sons Jake, Brad, and David. We live on your left," a man said.
Mother introduced herself and said that I was upstairs, not feeling well.
"Could Jesse go up and see her? Jesse really wants to be a doctor," Alice said. I saw dad materialize out of the corner of my eye.
"Sure. I think she's faking it, though," Mother said. My birthday was three and a half months off, and I could not wait. I would be able to leave.
I heard Jesse coming up the stairs. I merely sat down in the chair next to my laptop, and booted it up. My dresser was blocking the door, thanks to Gina and Emily's quick thinking. Jesse knocked on the door, and I didn't answer.
"Suze?" Jesse called out. He opened the door as far as he could, and stared at me.
"You definitely are not sick," he said smugly. Then he gasped, seeing Gina, Emily, and Dad.
"What are you looking at?" Emily asked Jesse, and I snickered at her tone. It was always really funny. Wait-he saw them?
"Suze, do you see them?" he asked, his face pale.
I nodded as if it were no big idea.
"Wait-he's another mediator?" Gina asked suddenly. They moved the dresser back into its normal place.
"Yes, I am," Jesse said as he walked in. His voice was hushed.
"Good. Can you help us?" Emily asked. He nodded. The three of them turned to me.
"There's a good mediator. Someone that will help us move on. All you do is nothing," Dad told me. I shrugged this off. Dad was almost as bad as Mother these days.
"What's keeping you three here?" Jesse asked them in a hushed tone. He must know about how sound carries in this place.
"I'm still here because she still listens to that psychotic maniac downstairs. I can't move on until her mother's in jail, and Suze is with a good family," Dad said. I rolled my eyes at him. He might as well give up and get comfy then.
"I'm still here because her mom killed us," Emily said. They are pathetic.
"Suze? Why don't you help them?" Jesse asked me suddenly.
"Don't really feel like helping the world that's screwed me over so many times. It's worthless," I informed him.
"Oh, and there's something keeping us all here, also; we can't leave until Suze is in a better mood permanently," Gina said. They were trying to beat a dead horse.
"I'll help you all. Don't worry," Jesse reassured them. I looked at him incredulously.
"You're kidding, right?" I asked him. He shook his head.
"See you at school tomorrow, Suze. Maybe you should try to lighten up this room at bit. It may help you to feel better," Jesse said loudly. I could see what he was doing.
I grabbed his shirt and pulled him close enough so he could here me.
"Listen, and listen good. Stay out of my business, and family business. They will all be gone in three and a half months' time, so stay out of other peoples' matters. And stay away from me Jesse. I'm warning you," I hissed in his ear. He grinned.
"Thanks for the challenge, Suze. See ya tomorrow," he said as he walked out the door.
"Good riddance," I muttered as the ghosts in my room dematerialized.
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