Chapter 2: What is Not Mine
There is a dead silence for several secants after my confession. I begin to fear the worst, that our friendship is over and you never want to talk to me again! "Oh …" You finally blurt. "That's so very flattering Gene, but you see I-"
"Are you two slow pokes ready yet? The five minuets are up!" Fester's voice calls to us from a far. Part of me is thankful for the interruption that delays my rejection and heart break, but another part of me wants to ignore him and tell you to continue just to get it over with. Either way there is no way Fester would wait patiently for use to finish our conversation, so we have no choice but to wait.
"WE'VE BEEN READY FOR DAYS!" I screech, my anger getting the better of me. I know it seems like I'm over reacting and I am, but I was already flustered from the thought of losing you and now I have to deal with my spoiled older brother's impassions. I find myself over reacting this way a lot. I suppose one could say I have anger management problems.
"Don't exaggerate Gene, it's not attractive." Gomez kids. That was it! The last straw, the final blow to the heart that would send me off the deep end. Yes, I know my twin was only joking. Yes, I know that there is no way that he could have known what kind of impact that statement would have on me. No, I don't really care, or at least I didn't at the time. Gomez had everything he could ever wish for, including your heart, and here he was telling me that I was being unattractive in front of you! I've had enough!
"SHUT UP!" I scream only because I was far too upset to think of the slightest clever thing to say. 'Shut up' was all I had. With that being said I stormed off to my room not even caring about the game anymore.
Once there I flopped down on my lumpy, hard, and cold bed. Mama had tried to stop me to talk, but I ignored her. I let off some steam by screaming as loudly as I can into my pillow then curl up into a ball and breathe deeply. This is what I usually do to calm myself down after one of my anger fits. Everyone in the family knows it's something I have to do to sooth myself. They understand I need my space when I'm angry, so it doesn't really surprise me that no one comes to check on me for a while.
The Addams house is a large one, so it is a long trip from the family room to my room. Therefor I can't hear what anyone is saying, but I have a feeling that everyone has gotten together to try and decode what went wrong with me. I can't say for certain whether or not you are going to say anything about what I told you in the cemetery, but I know that if you do Mama will understand. I take comfort in living in a family of peculiar people. It's much harder to be judged by family that way. However she will most likely be a little surprised by it.
I'm emotionally existed, totally drained. Laying there in my bed thinking about what you all could be saying about me my eyelids begin to drop, and soon I fall asleep. Naturally I dream of you, Tish, and in my dreams you love me just as I love you.