She slammed on the breaks, she swerved the car. While she's trying not to hit the poor animal, i'm screaming like an idiot. We hull to a stop less than an inch from hitting the deer. Next thing we knew the deer collapsed on the ground. My mother turns off the car. I unlocked my door. My mother told me to stay in the car,I ignore her. I rush out of the car, I slowly walk up to the front of the car. I look down, I jump back in surprise. This is no ordinary animal. It was beautiful, I mean deer in general are beautiful. But this one had eyes like the exact color of the moon, and it's fur coat was almost silver. It's leg was bent in a way that, i'm pretty sure legs of any kind shouldn't bend that way.I crouch down. It's eyes were full of fear, I reach out my hand the deer's head jerks up. I gets up so fast that I fly backwards. The deer bonds off into the forest again.
My mother steps out of the car. "I thought I told you to stay in the car!" She demanded.
"Well mom I wasn't gonna let it die on the side of the road!" I say.
"It was a deer, there meant to die in the wild!" She scolded.
"This isn't the wild!" I throw my hands around.
"Well, it could have had rabies." She sighed. "Get in the car, i have to drop you off at home than go back to work. And now we're both soaked. which means i have to change before I go back to work."
I walk back to the car door, open it, than slam it shut. My mom rolls her eyes.
"You know Delenn, it's not very wise to get all wet when your sick. You could get namonyah from being out in the cold rain." She wagged her finger at me.
"You know, now i'm feeling really sick, Can you lecturer me at home." I snap. As soon as it came out of my mouth, I wish it hadn't.
"Now listen here! You better snap out of that crap or i'll leave you here out in the rain until I come home from work! I don't know what's wrong with you. If it's because you don't feel good, i'm sorry. But you never act that way, if it's some teenager thing that craps being cut right here and right now!"She turned on the car and started down the road.
"Mom, i'm sorry." I say.
She sighed angrily. "You better be."
"I don't know whats wrong with me, that's the third time I've snapped today. I don't like it." I put my head down. I think back too when Thomas was trying to take me to the nurse.
My mother didn't say anything, all she did was turn up the radio and lock the window on the passenger seat. I pull my knees up into chest and turn on my side. Lightning crackled in the sky. The rain started to get heavier. If that was possible, cause it was already down pouring. My mother stops at the long twisty road that turns into a hill that goes to our house. She looks up at the sky, almost as if she was afraid it would come down crashing on top of her, making her into a human pancake. Another set of lightning goes across the sky, she presses down so hard on the gas petal that the tires squeal. We make a series of turns and twists, until we reach our house. A two story, old as a mummy, cream house. That were every step you take the floor boards creek. And all the door frames are crooked and misshapen from all the years. She pulls up to the front door,and unlocks my car door. I get out,close the car door shut, and walk up onto the porch. I try the door knob, it's locked. My mom parks the car and tosses me the keys as she walks pass the porch and to the back yard. I put the key in the lock and turn the knob. The door didn't budge. I push against it with all my body weight. It fly's open all of a sudden. I walk into the hallway. It's painted crimson red, and the floor was deep mahogany color wood floor. There's a doorway that leads into the dinning room and another doorway on the other side of the room that leads into the living room. With a tiny coat rack, a spiral stair case that leads to the second floor. I take off my shoes and walk up the stairs. At the top there are four doors two on the right of the stairs, that are just above the living room. The door that is closer to the stairs is my mother's study. The other door leads to her room. She never lets me in her study. I never thought about going in there, it's just never a curd to me to go in. What if there was something about my father that she wasn't telling me, like where he is, or who he is. I pinch myself. What am I thinking? I hear the back door click open and than slam close. I rush into my room.
The walls are a lime green, and my floor is hot pick carpeting. Our house might look old on the outside but it doesn't on in the inside, except the paintings my mom has hanging an the walls, like scenes from old greek myths, like Hercules defeating the hydra, and Perseus chopping of medusa, and a really huge painting of the old greek gods sitting in a consul hall arguing. The order goes from Zeus in the middle Hera on his right, than Apollo on Hera right, than Aphrodite on Apollo's right, than Artemis on Aphrodite's right, than Ares on Artemis's right. Than on Zeus's Left is Poseidon, Than on Poseidon left is Hephaestus, on Hephaestus's left is Hermes, on Hermes's left Is Dionysus, On Dionysus's left is Athena, On Athena's left is Is Demeter. Than In the shadows of the court is Hades Lurking in the dark.
I open up my drawing pad and grab some pencils and erases. I plop down onto my bed. I start to sketch the deer that my mother almost hit today. I start with a simple out line of a deer. But there was something not so animal about that deer, Almost like it had eyes of a human. I wasn't paying attention, My hand was like it had a mind of it's own. I had finished the deer with scary fast timing. It was beautiful but eerie at the same time. I had drawn the fear from the deer's eyes. But the part that makes it eerie is that i gave the deer almost eyes like a human. Just as i'm pinning up the drawing up on my wall, my mom opened up the door and stuck her head in my room. I put the tack in the picture whichi then pushed the tack threw the wall. My mother put her hand on my shoulder.
"Your getting better! It looks like a photo not a drawing. But you made it look kinda eerie with it's eyes. They look a little too human like to me." She said.
"My hand has a different mind, than my actual mind. But I just wanted to draw it." I sigh.
"Well, you must take after your father in drawing because all I can draw are stick figures and even than I mess them up." She laughed.
I throw myself onto my brightly covered bed. The sheets are Purple and gold, than y comforter is like the painting of starry sky by Vincent van Gogh. I remember begging my mom to buy it for me, It was just so amazing. I have a great sense of appreciation for him, I mean to never have your art work appreciated, the very thing that you have worked sweet and tears for, be told it was garbage and shameful. I wish I could go back in time and tell Him ho much I love His art work.
My mom kissed me on the forehead again, then left my room. I could hear her tiny feet go down the steps, I wait til I can hear car turn on. I sit up on my bed and watch as the car disappear's around a turn in the road. Getting up from my bed I walk over to my door. I hesitate before opening it, grabbing for the door knob, It's ice cold, all of a sudden the hair on the back of my neck stands up and I can feel the door knob moving o the other side of the door. I let go of it and run over to my closet.