9. I sat on Darrell's bed, staring blankly at the picture on the table by the bed of us with Gargoyle in the backyard. The smiles on our faces and the way the yard looked was so wonderful. I felt a single tear slowly make it's way down my cheek. I quickly wiped it and picked up the picture.
I still didn't know if Darrell was somewhere else or if something had happened to him. Nor did I know why Michael's shirt was in the living room. I would often shut my eyes tight and the re-open them, hoping I would be in my bed, the sun just coming up. Sadly, this never happened and I would only be in the same spot as before.
The door squeaked open and I heard something hard drop and hit in front of the door where there was tile and not carpet. I wanted to go see if it was Darrell, but I was afraid to.
"Hello, is anyone here?" The voice called. I set the picture back down on the small table by the lamp. I drew my finger on the frame, silver with vines and a few red roses in a corner. I then stood up and opened the door, a blank look on my face. It was Darrell, and he had this look I had never seen on his face or any other face in my whole life. It was a look as though he was angry, afraid, and once he saw me, just a tad bit of happy. I smiled when I saw him and wiped my face of the tears.
"Ami, are you okay?" He asked as he wrapped his arms around me. "What happened?" I put my arms around him, too. I didn't want to let go of him, but Gargoyle barked loudly and Darrell and I went into the backyard. "Gargoyle, are you okay boy?" Darrell asked as he walked up to Gargoyle. Gargoyle was then whimpering and limping. We both studied his front paw and saw there was a large cut there.
"That's impossible," I said confused, "I just saw Gargoyle a few minutes ago, his paw was fine." Then I stopped and looked at the gate that led into the front of the house. Instead of closed, the gate was swinging open slowly. "Michael." I whispered to myself. I then ran out into the front and looked around. "Michael, where are you?" I screamed. My voice echoed, but I didn't hear an answer.
"What is it, Ami?" Darrell asked as he walked behind me. I shrugged and turned around to see him. "Do you know something that I don't, Ami?" Darrell looked into my eyes and I shook my head slowly.
"I'll see you later, Darrell." I said as I left the yard and went to the sidewalk. Darrell stared at me, confused. "I promise, nothing is going on." I lied, and it felt so weird not telling him the truth. I ran down the street. I knew exactly where Michael was.
I still didn't know if Darrell was somewhere else or if something had happened to him. Nor did I know why Michael's shirt was in the living room. I would often shut my eyes tight and the re-open them, hoping I would be in my bed, the sun just coming up. Sadly, this never happened and I would only be in the same spot as before.
The door squeaked open and I heard something hard drop and hit in front of the door where there was tile and not carpet. I wanted to go see if it was Darrell, but I was afraid to.
"Hello, is anyone here?" The voice called. I set the picture back down on the small table by the lamp. I drew my finger on the frame, silver with vines and a few red roses in a corner. I then stood up and opened the door, a blank look on my face. It was Darrell, and he had this look I had never seen on his face or any other face in my whole life. It was a look as though he was angry, afraid, and once he saw me, just a tad bit of happy. I smiled when I saw him and wiped my face of the tears.
"Ami, are you okay?" He asked as he wrapped his arms around me. "What happened?" I put my arms around him, too. I didn't want to let go of him, but Gargoyle barked loudly and Darrell and I went into the backyard. "Gargoyle, are you okay boy?" Darrell asked as he walked up to Gargoyle. Gargoyle was then whimpering and limping. We both studied his front paw and saw there was a large cut there.
"That's impossible," I said confused, "I just saw Gargoyle a few minutes ago, his paw was fine." Then I stopped and looked at the gate that led into the front of the house. Instead of closed, the gate was swinging open slowly. "Michael." I whispered to myself. I then ran out into the front and looked around. "Michael, where are you?" I screamed. My voice echoed, but I didn't hear an answer.
"What is it, Ami?" Darrell asked as he walked behind me. I shrugged and turned around to see him. "Do you know something that I don't, Ami?" Darrell looked into my eyes and I shook my head slowly.
"I'll see you later, Darrell." I said as I left the yard and went to the sidewalk. Darrell stared at me, confused. "I promise, nothing is going on." I lied, and it felt so weird not telling him the truth. I ran down the street. I knew exactly where Michael was.