Price Residence, January 11th, 2009
… So Mr. Belcher ended up giving me three weeks detention, but it was totally worth it. The look on his face when he opened his desk drawer was; wait for it - pun loading 98%, 99%, 100% - Priceless! Sorry couldn't resist. Anyway...
I stop writing when I hear my door creak open. I look over at the intruder standing it the doorway, letting out a small breath as I see my mother standing there. She shoots me a small smile; I don't return it.
"Hey mom..." I said in a monotone voice as she walked further into my room; well as far as she could get with all the crap that had accumulated on the the floor in the past couple of month's. I keep meaning to clean it but... I don't know. I just find myself adding to it instead.
She shakes her had and lets out a sigh and attempts to kick her way through the clothes and trash scattered across floor. She gets a few steps into the room before giving up "I swear; I'm going to need a bulldozer to get through here soon." she say smiling again, I don't return it... again. An awkward silence falls over the room and I end up breaking it when I notice her looking at the paper on my desk.
"Is there something you wanted?" I say with a little bit of edge to my voice, as I cover the paper with my arm.
"One of the other waitress called in sick, so I have to do a double shift today."
"and?..." I said boredly
She sighs again "and I wanted to know if you going to be okay here by yourself?"
"Sure why wouldn't be?"
"I just don't like leaving you here all by yourself."
"I'm fine mom... I'm used to being alone by now." I said that last part to myself... or at least I hope I did, I am not in the mood for that conversation right now.
"Alright sweetheart, dinner's in the fridge, the..."
I cut her off "The number to the Two Whales and the neighbors are on the fridge, don't stay up to late and no parties, got it." I say paraphrasing her usual speech.
She goes quite for a moment, searching for something to say but can find anything. She turns to leave and stops in the doorway.
"I'll be back around mid-night" she pauses again "I love you."
I stay silent for a moment before replying "Yeah, you too..." I say, she pulls the door shut as she leaves the room.
The room falls silent again, I wait until she leaves the house before I lean over and flick on the Hi-Fi to break up the silence. A familiar song begins to play.
"I wrote you a letter, but I threw it away..."
I sit back in my chair and just listen to the song, letting the strange strums and soft drums fill my ears. The song plays on as I tap my pen along to the beat.
"I hardly bothered, though I labored all day, I work so hard, there's no time left to please you."
I picked the pen back up continued the letter where I left it off.
Things with Joyce have been... weird for lack of a better word ever since; well you know. She's trying her best to make things go back to normal, yeah like that's even possible anymore. It's hard you know? I guess I'm not really making things any better with my attitude, I'm not trying to be an asshole it's just I... fuck it. You don't want to hear about this. Then again I haven't heard from you since you left last year, so guess you don't want to hear much of anything from me...
I stopped writing and stared down at the page, my mood suddenly soured as a new train of thought comes crashing into my head. I click the pen in and toss it on the desk. The letter ends up getting shoved in the desk drawer along with all the others...
"The day I decided I had nothing to say, I'll never learn, I'm burning all this paper away."