I parked the car in Dylan’s garage. His father was waiting for us at the front door. He was smiling. I woke Dylan up and he quickly got into the house. I guess he’s just tired of all the drama that happened today. “Thank you,” His father mouthed. He didn’t want to wake the entire neighborhood with his macho-and-loud voice. I nodded and walked to my house. I took the smallest steps ever to get there. At my house door, I stopped and grabbed my phone. This is the perfect time to read Cameo’s messages.“Bro, dad is here already, please come back home. -your bro,”
“Where are you now? Dad is so worried! -your bro,”
“Dad is staying! -you-know-who,”
Damn it! I banged the door and shouted, “Why are you here?” That old man and Cameo were holding a bowl pop corn each and watching my favourite show, 90210. Something was wrong there. There’s a girl between them. “Who is she?” I asked them fiercely. “It’s your sister, son,” That old man replied me softly. “Son? I’m not your son. My father passed away a few years ago and I don’t have a sister!” I glared at him. I was seriously sick of him. “You, old man, and you, girl, please remove your filthy body away from my couch!” I yelled at them. Cameo stood up and got to me. He put the bowl down and punched me, on my face. I fell to the ground, as his hand was so strong. I bet he’d been waiting for this for ages. I got up and looked at him. “I’m sorry, bro. I don’t mean it,” He apologized. He moved closer to me and hugged me. I was on fire, I was about to yell at him but the girl, who is most likely a year younger than me, spoke up. “I’m sorry if my present here brings a lot of trouble to your family, I’ll move out, but can you please let me sleep here tonight? I have no other place to go,” I kindly pushed Cameo off me. “Yes, you can have my bedroom,” I felt so bad to the girl.
How can I turn into such a person in front of her? She barely knows me, and yet, she spoke to me nicely, despite the fact that I yelled at her. I was acting so dumb. Even though, that old man is really a MONSTER, I should have not treated him that way. That makes me a monster too.
“I’m sorry, girl, I just had a bad day,” I looked into her dashy blue eyes that looked exactly like my mom’s.
“I understand, the first thing tomorrow, I’ll be gone,”
“Don’t go anywhere, please stay,” I pleaded her. Cameo and that, old man, gave me a weird look.
“But that doesn’t change my feeling towards any of you, brother and …” I paused. I was finding the right title for that old man. “George!” I used his name instead of calling him, dad, cause he don’t deserve it. Cameo got to me and tried to hug me again, this time, I managed to push him away.
I walked to my room immediately. As I reached the stairs, I called the girl to follow me. I brought her to my room. Her hair, her eyes, her lips are definitely like my mom’s. She looks nothing like…that old man.
“What’s your name?” I grabbed my blanket and walked to my closet.
“Demetria Daphne Cruz,” She replied me with a smile. How can she even smile to the person who’d yelled at her father?
“You got a nice name,” I praised her name.
“Thank you, Mr. Cruz,”
“It’s Harold. Call me Harold,”
“Thank you, Harold,”
I smiled at her. I took out a new blanket and gave it to her. She reminds me a lot of my mother. “Goodnight,” I wished her and walked out of the room. “George, you are going to sleep with Cameo in his room, the couch is mine!” I shouted and I bet he could hear me from downstairs. I went to Cameo’s bathroom and took a shower. This was the first bath of mine for the day.
..
“What a tiring day,” I was on my couch. I rested my head on a pillow, which I grabbed from the store room. Of course, it is not as comfortable as mine. I couldn’t close my eyes. Suddenly, a girl appeared and sat on my chest.
"Hi, I’m your thought!" She greeted me.
"What the hell!" I replied her in shock.
"Don't worry, I will not harm you! Let's take a look at your best friends," The furniture in the room changed all of a sudden. I was in Dylan's room now! ODD ODD ODD, very ODD!
"Will he be okay when the sun comes up?" The 'girl' asked me. I choked, I can't even think of a word right now.
"Are you dumb? Never mind let's move on," The room changed into a ward now. I saw Ryan, he was lying there on the bed.
"Will he survive this battle?" The 'girl' asked me again.
"How would I know! But I think, he will, he's a strong boy," I replied her.
"Yada, Yada! Let's hop to Geneva's room!" everything went dark (BLACKOUT!) and now, I'm in Geneva's room!
"Can you tell me how you did that, girl?" I wondered.
"I'm your thought! Ring a bell! This is not Geneve's real room, I bet it's prettier!" She replied me.
"Why?" I asked her, my own mind. I'm officially a FREAK BABY!
"Oh for God’s sake, boys have shallow minds!" She teased me.
"Who are you to her?" She added.
"Hmm. I have no idea"
"Okok, let's get back to your house. Let's see how your father is doing! Hop hop and awaaayyyy!" she sounded like a five year old girl. AND I was in the Cameo's room now. I saw George sleeping next to Cameo.
"When will you forgive him?" the thought of mine pushed my shoulder.
"I don't know" I replied her.
“You are so so so… ‘I don’t know’, ‘I have no idea’ , don’t you have other things to say?” She sounded annoyed.
“By the way, who are you?”
“Oh, I’m your THOUGHT a.k.a your mind!”
“How did you do all that?”
“Bye bye, gotta go! See you tomorrow!”
“Wait.. wait..” Then, she was out of sight. How odd. I saw and talked to my mind. That was really pathetic of me. Though, ‘she’ is right;I don’t know anything about anything. What if Dylan won’t be OK, Will I lose my best friend? No one’s going to change the topic so frequently like Dylan does! And what if Ryan really couldn’t survive the battle, another best friend, gone? Just like that? And most importantly, Geneva. She’s driving me crazy! That kiss, that one kiss... Something tells me she owed me an explanation.
“Go ask her, you idiot!” The ‘girl' reappeared and yelled.
“I will!” I yelled back. Opps. I shouldn’t have shouted that loud. People might think I’m crazy. I grabbed my pillow and covered my face. I don’t want to get hallucinations again!
Because of drugs, the gentleman fell down to the darkest hole. A voice spoke to my ears and Ryan’s face is all I could see.
Because of sex, he lost the one he loves. This time, Dylan’s laughter was ringing in my head.
Because of love, she had to lie. I saw a glimpse of Geneva’s smile.
Because of your ego, you will not forget the past. All the memory with dad is flashing back.
Drugs… Sex… and Love… Monsters… the voice faded.
