EBONY.
...color was fading back in. Everything seemed to jump in and out of focus. My pherifrial vision was not even in existance. I was used to it. I was half way blind. Sometimes everything just goes black or white and sometimes when I get into fights I can still see but everything looks red. Sometimes I go color blind. These things last for a few seconds to a few minutes to a few days. Nobody knew but my family and I was keeping it that way. That and the fact that I was born on a leap year. Last year I had my birthday for the fourth time. I've been on this earth for 17 years but have had my birthday 4 times. So technically I'm 4 and 1/4th. Not the most proudest thing in my life.
I could see a little now. It was still a little fuzzy but it was okay. I'll live. By the time I'm in my mid thirties I'll be completley blind. (When I was young my head was busted open from being hit reatedly with a hammer the end that you pull the nail out with. My Uncle was never the stable type.) I doubt I'll even make it to that age so I'm not too worried. I sat up and pushed my hair out of my face. Why the hell am I not wearing clothes? Maybe I was hot...now I'm fucking freezing. My black boxers weren't exactly the warmest thing in the world.I pull on random items of clothing that were lying on the floor.I can hear voices off in the distance. I looked in the mirror. I don't look too hangover-esq...except for the dark circles.
"...think Eb's up yet?" I heard over the other voices.
"Nah. Probably not. You know he's a bum." I heard a male voice say. Then there was laughter. Who the hell?!?!?!? My Father hasn't been in this house for months. He's in New York working and only comes home a few weeks of the summer. I came down the stairs quietly and into the kitchen completley unnoticed. Drake was sitting at the table with my brother my sister and my mother eating pizza with that fucked up grin on his face. I hate him. I don't know why but right now...I hate him. I want to kill him. I want to see him bleed.
"Bum huh?" I say cooly as my hair falls in my face.
"Eb!" Punk yells and smiles at me. She may wear more black than a preist but her personality is bright pink usually (sometimes she doesn't take her meds thinking she's better but she's not better and everytime she doesn't something bad always happens.)
"Hello dear sister. Hello dear mother. Hey Meshrew."
Punk, Mom, and Drake all started laughing and Meshrew glared at me. He was a lot like me, nobody thought so but me. Probably because he's scrawny and short and didn't have too many friends or gilrs chasing after him. I didn't know why...he wasn't that bad looking. He was kind of a pretty boy and it didnt help when he started wearing eyeliner. Drake smiled at me, "bout time you got up sleepin beauty."
"I know you were lost without me.Everyone is."
"Ha!" Punk yelled then smiled sheepishly "Did I say that out loud?"
Everyone nodded then started laughing again. Look at them. They look so happy. Like everything is alright. Like I'm not going completley insane behind my emotionless face!
"You hungrey, hun?" My mom asked. "We saved you some pizza."
"Naw, it's alright. I'm not hungrey."
Everyone gasped. Are they always this annoying?
"You know something, Eb?" Punk said looking at me with her chin proped up on her chin.
"What?" I tried not to sound too 'I really don't want to be here right now.' or 'I think I'd rather have insects nawing off my flesh than be in your presence'. I really did love my sister, more than anything but sometimes a guy just needs some fucking quiet time.
"You have a pretty boy face with a sexy boy body."
"I can't eat anymore." Meshrew said looking disgusted and throwing his pizza back in the box it came from.
"Why the hell are you looking at your brother like that?"
"I'm not!"
"Are so! You're such a freak! Lookin' at ya brother like that." Drake said smiling and pinting at my pouting sister.
"How the hell can you come into someone's house, eat their food, then insult them? Just because that's how things work in your house doesn't mean that's what goes on here." I snap at Drake. What the hell am I saying?
"Huh? What did I do?" He says looking at me confused.
"Just get the hell out!"
"What?!"
"Get the fuck out of my house!" I never cuss in front of my mother and here I am screaming at what she thinks is my best friend. Things can be so difficult. Drake got up and left, slamming the door behind him. I ran to the door and opened it and screamed random insults at him. I really have completly lost my mind. I wanted to run outside and go to him but there were two different actions that could take place
A. I beat the shit out of him.
B. I wrap him up and my arms and say 'I'm sorry' and hope that he forgives me.
...Neither one really worked for me. I slammed the door shut when he pulled out of our driveway and leaned against the door.
"What?" I say looking up at the sea of confused and concerened faces.
"Eb are you..." Don't say it. Please just don't say it. I've heard that all my life. 'Are you okay?' 'Are you okay?' if I hear 'Are you okay?' one more time I swear to God...
"I'm going to bed." I say cutting my mother off as I stomp up the stairs.
Why am I so damn angry all the time?
