She smiled at me and took my hand as we started to walk down the long road to nowhere.
"Victor?" She said. The voice of my angel, the voice that could only be an angels, What in all the nine hells was an angel doing with me?
"Yes my love?" I said to her. my voice, never comparing to the beautiful symphony that was her voice, i didn't deserve this but i would never let it go.
"I think you've become to fond of your dreams." She smiled. Her smile was more priceless then the Mona Lisas. But what did my angel mean about dreams? because if this was a dream i would never want to awake.
I awoke to see my room as empty as it had been the day before. The move to Tennesse had been a long and hard one and all i wanted now was some rest. I looked at my cell phone and saw that it was 3:54 in the afternoon. I needed to eat to keep myself alive. I had never really been hungry in my life but food is necassary for life so i got dressed in a pair of blue jeans and an old Korn t-shirt and headed out to the truck. When i got to the truck i felt like something was watching me, something that wanted to hurt me. Damn, i hated that feeling. I drove around looking for somewhere cheap to eat. My money income had been slow because i had just gotten laid off of work and my parents weren't with me to support me anymore. Fuck parents, who needs them? All mine ever did was get drunk and tell me i would never amount to anything. In the midst of my thinking i wound up driving into a Waffle House parking lot and stopping the car. I looked at the building. I hadn't eaten there in 6 years.
I know knew the meaning of hunger. As i sat down at a booth i looked around at the employees and coustermers, seeing who might try to start a fight and who wouldn't. I had just lit a cigarette when it happened. My older brother had found me.
He looked down at me. I knew i would have to think fast if he decided to become violent so i grabed the fork that the waitress had brought me and looked at my food, then back to him.
"Well, are you going to sit down and tell me what you want are or you just going to stand there forvever?" He finally snapped out of his dazelike trance and sat down. I could tell just by the atmosphere i was about to get a lecture. "Victor" He said. It had been two months since i had heard my own name and it stunned me for a second. "Mom and Dad are worried about you. You need to come back home." He looked at me with those big brown puppy dog eyes. They were worried about me? My mother who almost killed me my 16th birthday and my dad...What was i thinking. I have no father. The man who Impregnated my mother worry about me...Not a chance in hell. "Phillip, They are not worried about me. Mom cares but she doesn't worry and David wouldn't worry if the world was going to end tommorow." I looked him in the eyes and noticed that they were filled with pain.
So it was him that was worrying about me. He should know better then anyone that i can take care of myself. "Victor... Please find it in your heart to come back home. I miss you, Mom misses you, David...Doesn't miss anyone i know but he has been acting different since you left and i don't think he likes the fact that your gone." I never thought i would hear of the day that David started acting different because of my actions. I mean, i thought he would give my mom hell about me leaving so suddenley but for him to act different was as surprising as seeing a blind man see again without the help of medical technology. I stared into Phillips eye for a long time wondering if my actions had hurt them that bad and then i rememberd what a wise man once said. "To be helpful is a great deed of good, but to help yourself before others is a wiser choice."