Chapter 4: Reintroduce Yourself and the Problems Once Again
Alina edged inside and shut the door slowly. She sighed, happiness creeping into her breath, as Johnny came up the stairs. Seeing her, he smiled and clicked on the lights.
"Back a little late, aren't we?" He asked, looking to her and raising a brow. She smiled a little nervously.
"Yes well, you can loose track of time when you get into a very interesting conversation." He nodded in agreement.
"How true." He turned back to the door. "Care to join me? I have a few missionaries that knocked on the wrong door." Alina shook her head slowly.
"I'm a bit tired. I think I'll just go to bed early tonight." He looked at her, thought for a moment, and gave her a fake smile.
"Alright then, see you in the morning."
She walked to the couch and slowly laid upon it. Placing her hands behind her head, she stared hard at the ceiling. Slowly, her eyelids became heavy and slid shut.
Inside of his house, his mother and father were sitting at the table playing Scrabble.
"There! A word!" His mother shouted. His father bent over the board, then looked up to her.
"Bjfsddf isn't a word."
"Oh..." She said, then placing a 'T' block next to it. "There!"
Todd rolled his eyes and silently went up the stairs to his room.
It took him until three to actually begin to feel drowsy. He sat at his window, gazing out into the night, thinking about Alina. He still wasn't sure why she'd kissed him, and he wasn't sure why he liked her so much. But, to him, it felt as if there was actually someone in this world that understood him.
Sighing, he gave a hopeful look to the moon and slowly slid into the house and shut the window. He walked over to his bed, pulled the covers down, pulled his shirt off and slipped underneath the sheet. He rolled over to face the wall, and heard a small voice come from underneath the bed. It was Shmee, suddenly deciding to speak once more. He shut his eyes.
"Go away, I don't want to hear you."Todd covered his head with the pillow. Biting down hard on his lip he tasted the coppery taste of his own blood. He desperatly tried to force memories from his head.
"C'Mon Todd, listen to me. You used to put all your trust in me as a kid, remember?" Todd shook his head violently.
"No! I don't want to listen to you anymore!"
"Todd, please? Just for a moment, I know all that happened to you tonight! I want to help you!"
"You never helped! Never! You just made everything worse."
"That's not true! Please Todd! Let me guide you again?!" Shmee pleaded.
Exasperated, Todd threw the blanket from around him and jumped from the bed. He grabbed his shirt and creeped to the window.
"You won't do it! I won't let you!" He grabbed the window and threw it open, hearing the glass shatter from the force. It rained down on him and cut his arms. He ignored the sharp, piercing pain and jumped out of the window, landing on the ground below. Temporarily stunned, he caught his breath and worked enough strength to get up. Stumbling, Todd crossed the driveway and felt the grass give way to soil. He was on Johnny's lawn.