SCENE 5
(Memory's Wavelength- /Artworks-2018)
CHELSEA
Welp, looks like it's the end of the line for me. Cosmo's crying is making it really hard to pack. Heck, I'm surprised Nora's even giving us a chance to pack. Didn't think she still had a shread of humanity in her. Dad was in my room earlier, telling me to meet him and Cosmo outside when I was done and that everything was going to be ok. We're supposed to go see my Aunt Daisy, my dad's older sister, until Nora calms down. The funny thing is though, living with Nora's taught me that she's like a bull, constantly angry and charging at anything in her path, even if they did nothing to her. She's just so irrationally angry, it's almost a bit funny how far she'll go to get her way. Once, she was so pissed of at the barista at the neighborhood coffee shop for running out of almond milk, she flipped several tables over and went to jail for 90 days for disturbing the peace, alongside contempt of court like the idiot she is.
Man, just digging through my things really hits me. Growing up, I didn't have a lot of toys since Nora deemed them a waste of time and thought I should be studying or doing chores she's too fucking lazy to do herself. The only toys I did have were the stuffed animals and teddy bears we either got from court, or Dad snuck into our rooms to help comfort us. Occasionally he would even take a soft blanket, and wrap us around it, holding us close and telling us how much he loved us, and how much he wanted to protect us from the world. When Darren and I were little, Nora wasn't as involved as she was now, as she was either hell bent on supporting her stupid car business or landed herself in jail for something stupid like theft or shoplifting. So Dad was able to bake sugar cookies and he often gave us both a cold glass of milk while he wrapped us both in blankets and cuddled us, kissing us both on the cheek. Telling us how much he loved us. I know that will never change about my dad, no matter how annoying I think he can be sometimes, but I really wish I could go back to when Nora didn't care and it was just us three.
Well, those were the good days..now look at us. Darren's in prison, and the rest of us are about to lose a home. God, I really hope it doesn't start raining. It's gonna be a long walk to Aunt Daisy's