Each step felt painful, as Gordo's hand now clutched the light oak
banister, as he literally dragged himself up to his room. When he reached
the white door, he felt his hand touch the cold metal knob, but when he
went to turn it and push the door open, he noticed it felt thick and heavy.
Or maybe it was just him. Perhaps the strength had been sucked from his
body. It sure felt like it. Then again, maybe his entire world collapsing
wouldn't be so bad . . .
You could cut the silence in the room with a knife. The only sound that filled Gordo's bedroom, was the nearly silent buzz of his computer as little pictures of Lizzie bounced around his screen saver. He felt his entire body shaking, yet he didn't have the strength to stop it. To move. To breathe. As he drifted away, his newest family problems thickening on his heart like cement, his mind finally settled on something beautiful, to take the pain away. His love, his Lizzie. She waved to him, dancing about, her blonde hair spraying out around her in immitation of her skirt that twirled as she spun around. This one image gave him the strength to finally breathe again. To think about what needed to be done. Yet instead of planning what he would say to his father, when he came home from his business trip, or what he would do on Monday, and the days after that, Gordo could only think of one thing to do. His right hand, still quivering slightly, reached over to the jet black, cordless phone stationed to the left of his computer. It hovered above the phone for a few seconds as Gordo seemed to be deciding whether or not to pick it up. Then, very suddenly, he snatched up the phone and dialed the number before he could change his mind.
"Hello?" A sweet female voice sounded out from the other side of the phone.
"Lizzie? Hey, it's Gordo."
"Yeah, I kinda got that. . . I've only known you since I was, what, two?"
Gordo chuckled, "Yeah. So, uh, how are you?"
"I'm fine . . . are you okay?" She seemed to ask the last part rather incredulously.
Gordo was caught off guard. "Oh, um, yeah. Of course. Why do you ask?"
"I don't know. It's just that you never really call me, just to talk. I mean, it's always like, if we're going to do something, or if you have a problem or something. I don't know, I just thought maybe-"
"Everything's fine," Gordo said, abruptly, but sweetly.
"Okay, cool. So, what's up?"
"Not much. Um, well I have to go, so I'll see you at school on Monday, okay? Bye." At this, Gordo hung up the phone, smacking himself in the forehead at how foolish he'd been. Why couldn't he just tell his best friend what had happened? He did have a problem, and he needed reassurance. On the other end of the line, Lizzie stared at the phone a few seconds, a bewildered expression frozen on her face. She then shrugged and hung up the phone.
You could cut the silence in the room with a knife. The only sound that filled Gordo's bedroom, was the nearly silent buzz of his computer as little pictures of Lizzie bounced around his screen saver. He felt his entire body shaking, yet he didn't have the strength to stop it. To move. To breathe. As he drifted away, his newest family problems thickening on his heart like cement, his mind finally settled on something beautiful, to take the pain away. His love, his Lizzie. She waved to him, dancing about, her blonde hair spraying out around her in immitation of her skirt that twirled as she spun around. This one image gave him the strength to finally breathe again. To think about what needed to be done. Yet instead of planning what he would say to his father, when he came home from his business trip, or what he would do on Monday, and the days after that, Gordo could only think of one thing to do. His right hand, still quivering slightly, reached over to the jet black, cordless phone stationed to the left of his computer. It hovered above the phone for a few seconds as Gordo seemed to be deciding whether or not to pick it up. Then, very suddenly, he snatched up the phone and dialed the number before he could change his mind.
"Hello?" A sweet female voice sounded out from the other side of the phone.
"Lizzie? Hey, it's Gordo."
"Yeah, I kinda got that. . . I've only known you since I was, what, two?"
Gordo chuckled, "Yeah. So, uh, how are you?"
"I'm fine . . . are you okay?" She seemed to ask the last part rather incredulously.
Gordo was caught off guard. "Oh, um, yeah. Of course. Why do you ask?"
"I don't know. It's just that you never really call me, just to talk. I mean, it's always like, if we're going to do something, or if you have a problem or something. I don't know, I just thought maybe-"
"Everything's fine," Gordo said, abruptly, but sweetly.
"Okay, cool. So, what's up?"
"Not much. Um, well I have to go, so I'll see you at school on Monday, okay? Bye." At this, Gordo hung up the phone, smacking himself in the forehead at how foolish he'd been. Why couldn't he just tell his best friend what had happened? He did have a problem, and he needed reassurance. On the other end of the line, Lizzie stared at the phone a few seconds, a bewildered expression frozen on her face. She then shrugged and hung up the phone.
