The mismatch window sill bench cushions began to mold around me I had been here so long, I could always just lean out just an inch to hang my feet out of the window into the brisk night air. Summer was ending and the closer it got the more of a failure I felt, I've spent two summers doing nothing but rot in my parents' house after graduation. I never left the safety of my Oakwood bench, never felt the need to think of my next step. In my mind I couldn't picture myself older, it's been that way since I was ten I suppose.
Huffing at my thoughts I turned out to let my gaze linger at the engulfing forest line behind Purgatory Circle cookie cutter homes. A flash of white appeared in my flower patch just 15 feet below me, a kitten. Its color popped against the bright orange and pinks. Mom and Dad never let me have one with my severe allergies, my feet harshly pounded the ground. I needed to jump, I needed to get out of my rut, wholeheartedly needed that beautiful cat. I cursed, it dashed across my flowers trampling everything in its path spooked. Taking off to the tree line I followed, branches marred my pasty skin as they sporadically assaulted my exposed self. Cursing my polka dot pajama shorts and tank top I pushed on, I had never felt more motivated. If I came home marked head to toe from my pursuit they'd have to let me keep him, they'd be proud I hadn't given up for once in my life.
My feet skidded to a halt etching lines in the ground. The factory closed in the early 70's had become just a nasty shell of it former beauty. Everything crumbling or rusting, was this his home? His soft voice sounded close, I needed to find him. Wishing I had grabbed my flashlight I struggled on, becoming weary of holes or possible shard rusty objects. My phobia of needles wouldn't pair well with a series of tetanus shots. Finally, a gaping hole in the ceiling gave me light, a figure lay posed on the old grimy conveyer belt. The nasty fear of him leaving me raised fast like acidic bile throughout my being. I ran cautiously to him trying not to be loud enough to frighten him. I should have been cautious of my footing not my sounds.
I stepped right into a trench directly in front of the conveyer belt, the reject hole. I wanted to laugh bitterly at the irony I felt but couldn't, my sides hurt too much. A violent hiss left my mouth and echoed throughout my newest home. I retracted my fingers feeling something liquid and thick on them, blood. It was mine, feeling hazy I looked around as the world spun slowly and tried to get up. Pain shot throughout me again as my palms came back with colorful glass that collected throughout the years. My worrywart of a helicopter mom would find me, it set me at ease. I just needed to sleep, everything hurt and sleep would numb it. I'd wake up in a cold sterile hospital with mom yelling through angry tears at my recklessness. Maybe I could guilt her into going to a shelter afterwards.
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It began to storm, thunder echoing, and lightning striking the nonexistent distance. The wind whipped my face picking up in pace, angry and violent. Here came another ankle-biter, it ain't nothing to cast an eyeball about. Nobody had razzed my berry since C-Sly, now we're tight. Only two pads were left in the circle and it'd be a kick to instead force somebody with another cube like the 80's twins. Honestly a new dolly would be kick'n , a cherry to tease and poke at.
Opening my window letting in Daddy O' Nature's cold ass breath I sat at my momma's piano bench and began to recline. The flick would start soon, the empty buildings reshaping into the newest cube's memories, as long as my underpass stayed I couldn't care. Running my fingers through my hair I sighed before playing the only sound to pair with rain.
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Blinding light, green blinding light. Florescent Hospital light bulbs were green now? I could hear grumbling but honestly mom could wait. Rolling over I shoved my nose deeper into the comforter. Comforter? Panic raised and shot me up with it, I was in my cramped bedroom. Why wouldn't mom take me to the hospital? Was she fine? Did the glass hurt her too when she went in after me? The grumbling stopped and reminded me someone was in my doorway, something fluttered in my chest at the thought of seeing my parents again. Red slicked hair and angry brown eyes clashed with my vision instead. Why was a greaser cosplayer in my doorframe?
"Who the fuck, are you?" I growled slightly confused at the no pain in my ribs.
His scowl deepened, " Wondering how to get you agitate the gravel instead of taking a nod in my pad."
"You're the one in a barely dressed girl's bedroom." I snarked back knowing only what he said was an insult but not what it meant.
"You're sweet Dolly and have a classy chassis, " his eyes skimmed my body causing me to pull my blanket higher, " but you might want to eyeball and get in orbit."
"Speak English Asshole." I ground out.
"First off get bent, and second you don't know how you got here?" He spit out sounding concerned at the end.
"No, I stepped in a hole." I flat lined.
He braced himself, "Baby don't have a cow but you're dead