You smile and let me in.
We sit and watch the wall you painted purple.
Speech will spill on space.
Our little cups of grace.
But pauses rattle on about the way that you cut the snow-fence,
braved the blood, the metal of those hearts that you always end up pressing your tongue to.
How your body still remembers things you told it to forget." – The Weakerthans
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Channel Surfing: the favorite Friday night pastime for teenagers who don't have:
a)a date
b)someone to hang out with, or
c)something generally pertinent to do.
I yawned slightly and changed the channel from some basketball game to some rerun of Friends, then to one of those crappy Lifetime movies that most girls bawl over after their jock boyfriend breaks up with them for some other girl, all while stuffing Ben and Jerry's in their mouth like no tomorrow. I don't even want to think of ice cream right now.
I yawned and stretched, pulling a blanket closer over my body for warmth. Even in January, Charlie became worse than a woman hitting menopause, keeping the house a nice for outside, cold for inside, seventy-five degrees. I just sighed and pulled the blanket closer and pulled my knees to my chest as a form of body warmth.
Charlie sat in his favorite armchair and watched me out of the corner of his eye, waiting for me to become the walking dead again. I just rolled my eyes and settle on a comedy special on HBO.
"I have a meeting tomorrow night with some of the lawyers and judges on this murder case, so you'll be staying with Doctor Yorke. She has a nephew around your age, anyway."
My eyes quickly snapped to him, and if I could spit fire, I probably would.
"So you hired a babysitter for me?" I asked, trying to keep my voice level, even though I wanted to scream at him.
He just looked at the TV for awhile, "Not exactly."
I just rolled my eyes and sighed, throwing the remote in his direction and storming upstairs to my room, making sure to lock the door.
As soon as I got up there, I flopped down on my bed and let out a frustrated scream. This was just getting ridiculous. I wasn't eight years old anymore. And it wasn't like I was going to go wandering off into the woods by myself after the bear maulings that had been going on.
I flipped over and sighed, cursing Charlie to the end of existence for making me go over to the shrink's place so her nephew could baby-sit me. Ridiculous.
I sat up and pulled my knees to my chest and yawned again.
For some reason, a familiar melody found its way into my head. I hadn't listened to music in god knows how long. After my little escapade with Jessica I hadn't really wanted to do much, or see anyone. I had went to La Push and made a visit to see Jacob and Billy Black, but it still didn't really help afterwards.
But for some reason, the song came through. It was an old song one of my few friends in Phoenix liked. For the life of me, I couldn't remember the name it. She put it on practically every mix cd she gave me because, "It's a last resort thing. Plus, you have to admit, it's a really good song."
I sighed indifferently and climbed under the flannel sheets, turned over and pulled my knees to my chest again and focused on the wall.
Distraction is a noun. The definition of it is: the act or state of being distracted.
See: the wall.
See: the wood floors.
I yawned once more and stretched, turning over and closing my eyes, hoping not to have yet another nightmare tonight. If I was going to have a babysitter tomorrow, then I needed all my energy and some way, shape or form of a thought process to survive.
Author's Note: Hi guys, sorry it's super short. For the record, the next chapter will be super long and full of amazingness, and Johnny Depp. And I know everyone loves Johnny Depp, right? Um, anyway. Sorry it took so long to post. I was goig to do it first thing this morning, but I kinda forgot. So, here it is. Also, how would you guys feel about me putting playlists up for this story and Watch Your Own Image? Yes? No? Maybe so:)