Key To My Heart – Chapter Twelve – No One Knows
Dawn POV
I walked through the front door. "Guy's, I'm home!" I yelled. No response. I walked through to the kitchen. "Buffy, Willow! Anybody here?" Nothing. I sighed and went over to the fridge, getting some milk. I poured myself a glass and took it to my room. Nobody's ever here. God, it's like I don't even exist. I bunch of vamps try to munch on me, their there. Glory tries to use me to unleash Hell on Earth, their there. They save the day, so they can feel good about themselves, and then I might as well be invisible. Even Spike! I though we were buddies. But then Buffy comes back, and he doesn't want anything to do with me. As soon as that thought came into my head I felt guilty. Buffy did to save, and the rest of them risked their lives for me. I know I'm probably being too hard on them, but I don't care. It's like I don't even have a family a lot of the time. I sipped my milk and just kind of brooded. Oh God, now I'm turning into Angel.
I went downstairs and mindlessly watched cartoons. A lot of the kids at school think I have it made. Nice house, good friends…what do they know? I've never told anyone, but a lot of the time I feel disconnected from life. It's like I watching it on TV. I can see what's going on, but I can't go into it. Sometimes I just feel dead. I don't remember feeling like this before. Maybe now that Glory's out of the way, I have no purpose. I'm the Key, or at least I was. My reason for being was to open a door for Glory. Now that she's gone, I don't have any reason to exist anymore.
I wish I could talk to somebody. But who else in the world can understand?
The phone rang. I picked it up. "Hello?"
"Hey Summers."
I forced myself to sound cheerful. "Oh, hey Janet!"
"Hey. Me and the girls are going to the bronze tonight. You up for it?"
I thought about it. We'd be out after dark. "Um, I don't know."
"Oh come on Summers! You need some fun."
I sighed. "Fine, I'll come."
"Cool. Pick you up at eight."
She hung up. Geez, you'd think the vampires at Halloween would teach her a lesion, but no. Never mind she saw Giles dust one, she's convinced herself they were Halloween pranks that got out of hand.
Thinking about Giles made me remember that phone call a few days ago. I never told anyone. I wonder what it was about anyway?
