Seven

The previous night had seems to sense my pressure, and thankful morning came early.

I pulled myself up on my elbow, and even though I was awake,I felt so weak and sleepy .

Morning for me has always been one of my favorite, but now I'm growing up and responsibilities and affections are logged into my head,I walked over to the door, meaning to knock on it,to get Mom to open for me, but still I went ahead pulling the knob and the door opened.

I signed, hating how mature I felt after I got to the garden,I watched mom and dad watering the flowers, I remember seeing them working together when I was little, I would smile at them and mum hug has always been the best gift ever.

I also noticed when dad withdrew from mom,he hurt her but the smiles on her face, whenever she's with me never wither.not even in my heart.

It's like I am the only one she wants and the only one she needs, but after some years,he's back to her,to me and it feels just right.

"You're awake" mum said and I look up into her sorry looking eyes, I nodded, finding it hard to talk,I hated how I feel, don't know what changed.

Shouldn't I be enjoying my teen?, how on earth should I be feeling restless because of a damn creature!

His apartment was right at the corner of the garden,it was upright location to my bedroom window,I walked closer to mum, giving her some made believe assuring smiles, and her affectionate touch on my shoulder calmed me,in the weirdest way.

"Don't go out late in the night baby, crazy things are happening" I spotted the fear in her voice and I nodded again, muttering some inaudible words,Dad walked up to us and I smiled at him, and even though he's created so many hurtful memories for me,his kiss on my forehead will always be one to remember .

"We love you" he said and I nodded smiling,so hard .

After the affection show, which was much of a family get together,mum went into the house, although calling on me to come have breakfast, I only screamed yes, but walked into Damien house.

Inside the house everything seems strange,I mean,the night lamp was still there and the fascinating piece of art, but something for whatever course, seems strange.

"Damien"I called, proceeding upstairs,still I heard no sound,I knew I shouldn't panicking, some how, thinking about him and knowing how close I am to him, make me feel protected, my. footsteps echoes as I continue rummaging the second floor,he possibly couldn't be hurt. I thought in my head as I continue the search to every rooms.

The last room I looked into was the one I had seen him looking at me from the window, that night,I had felt a death threatening cold, but before I slept of,his red sparkling eyes are on me.

I snapped out of my thoughts, finding my way back downstair,the image popped up inside my head, how he had cared for me, his soft and cool body against mine when I had lose it and took it out on him, I blinked rapidly, swallowing hard, how thoughtless of me.

I figured out I was crying when the tears landed on the desk in front of me,my disorientated gaze fell on a paper neatly folded near the desk, I cleaned off the tears , picking up the paper.

A gaps escaped my mouth as I unfolded the letter, It is an unpredicted longings dwell in me,I cried letting the tears fall and blaming it on the thought that I was all alone in a long deserted apartment.