It's Not Everything
"The thing is," I carefully made my way on the stone path, "I don't care." A few more steps and I'll be clear across the serenity pond. Yes, you read it right, I wrote serenity pond. Apparently this 'prison' used to belong to some great billionaire who loved to keep everybody out. With what's happening now, I think that maybe he either saw the future or he was just some recluse. Like me. But he has some pretty cool facilities here, like the swimming pool, recreation room and a whole room dedicated to books and magazines. The last was my favorite and I just love the feel of the library in it. This guy really thought of everything here. Despite its depressing wall keeping us in, it didn't give us a glimpse of the ugly world, instead concentrating on what was in here. There were tons to do and clean around here, and that's what I've been doing the past few months. In this time and age, we all need to do something worthwhile.
Stephanie, or Hani as you know her, was just a couple stones behind me. I'd say she was following me because she was trying to bug me, but no. We were talking about something. I was too lost in the greatness of this awesome safehouse to notice properly. "But I really want to watch it." Ah, we were talking about that Barbie thing…uh, Barbie in the Dreamhouse, I think. As lame as that sounds, I have to tell you, the series made me laugh. And I really enjoyed it. Plus, one of Barbie's sisters is named Skipper…ha ha, the guy's a teenage girl. That just made my day. "Uh, Selena?"
I didn't bother to hid my grin. It was times like these that I really bonded with my sister. I know this was what Marlene had in mind when she sent us out here together. Smart girl.
I didn't reply back though, not until I was safely across the pond. "Then go. Who's stopping you?" I watched her hop to my side and face me, hands on her hip and a pout on her cute little face. She was always the cute one.
"Them."
"Great." I resisted an eyeroll and turned to stare at the different trees in the orchard we were in. There weren't many here, and this was the secluded part of the entire property, so people hardly came here. Especially at night. It was just me and my sister here tonight, and I was fine with that. As long as there's someone with me, I'll gladly explore the creepiest and spookiest crevices. "Them." This has become quite a nickname for the group of mysterious males consisting of Skipper, Kowalski, Rico and Private. 'Them' is a group of busybodies who think they're above all. 'Them' is a bunch of so called bodyguards who scare the heck out of everyone, except Marlene and that Julien guy. 'Them' is-
"And what do you two think you're doing?" The screams were loud and clear, and it happened before we knew it. Hani and I just hoped it was short enough that it wouldn't send the others running. I'm sure with the way Hani was clutching me and how frantic my eyes were that the both of us were quite a sight. I managed to relax my heart enough to focus on Skipper, who was standing before us with his 'cronies' by his sides. "Are you done?" And my fear just evaporated.
How I ate arrogance, even coming from me. I also hate hugs, and the one my terrified sister was giving me was adding to my irritation.
"Get off me." I gave her a push and she put her arms away, but still stayed by my side. Ignoring her, I turned to glare at Skipper. "What's your problem? You could've scared us to death."
"You're not supposed to be up past curfew." Did I mention that there were rules? Did I also mention how much I hate rules?
Don't tell me. I know they're there for a reason. But seriously, the whole country fell apart some time ago, you'd think there was no such thing as rules. There was absolutely no opposing party ready to haul your sorry arse back to jail if you broke the rules, but apparently they do. I'm serious about the jail part. You break the rules, they will drag you to the jail they built.
Thanks to Marlene, I've done my best to avoid any rule breaking as much as possible. I'm a citizen of the law.
Hani turned to me, and I didn't have to look at her to know how furious she was. "You told me it was six." Time to play the fool. Not a hard task.
"Do I look like a watch to you?"
"Uh, yeah? You're like a human watch. Gawd, if I knew you would make me-"
"BTW, not my idea. I would never, ever hang out with you."
"So what? This is like some burden to you? Am I some burden you need to carry along?"
"Apparently, I have no fucking choice."
"Who put you in charge of me? Almighty?" Oh, she did not just pull out the boss card. "I'm old enough now. I can take care of myself." Right, and just a few minutes ago we were talking about stealing a Barbie CD and watching it together like ol' times.
"You're doing a hell of a job, Carmichael."
"We have the same name, stupid!" I turned on her and pushed her back. "Don't push me!"
"What the hell is your problem?" I growled at her, fists by my sides.
"Obviously you! Stupid motherfucker." I gave her another shove, oh so near to the edge of the pond… "Stop pushing me!"
"Make me." My voice had gone dangerously low, and this was only a sign that I was more than pissed off.
"This is your fault!" I frowned so hard that the lines on my forehead must look like the plains.
"Excuse me?"
"She would still be here if it wasn't for you!" And now she was talking about that time? Was it my fault that she died? NO! It wasn't! It was those STUPID zombies. She just wanted to blame me because I know that she knows that she was the cause of our mother's death. All she cares about is herself. I don't even think she knows how much it hurts. How many nights I've cried because of that day. I hate her! I hate her so much! Not loathe, not abhor, I HATE HER. She's just so selfish and irresponsible and- "Speechless?" I know I get angry easily, but I've never felt like I wanted to punch someone in my entire life, if my nails digging into my palms were any suggestion. "You should be. It is your fault." That's it. I've had enough of her lies and attitude.
"If you didn't hold me down, I could've helped her."
"No, you couldn't! You're too stupid to even do that."
"What kind of answer is that? And why are you angry at me for? If Roby didn't go out in the first place-"
"Leave my friend out of this!"
"I don't fucking care about your friend! I just want you to leave me alone!"
"This is your fault! You think I'll just leave you alone like that?"
"Stop it!"
"She would still be here and ALIVE if it wasn't for-" She didn't get to finish when a hand made contact with her cheek.
The surprise was that it wasn't mine, nor the boys.
