Glowsticks
Trap Doors
It was 10 PM. I remember it clearly. The sky was darker than usual, and the heat seemed to die off. The door rung and I walked slowly, opening the door and letting Joseph come in. He breathed heavily and he grabbed my arms tightly, looking at me like he was looking into my soul. Jackson heard all the commotion and ran down the stairs, stunned by his grandfather’s presence.
“Audette, you need to get out of this town.” He warned and I drew back a little, scared.
“What?” I questioned, frightened by his unusual behavior.
“Grandpa, you’re not making any sense. Come, I’ll take you home.” Jackson said, grabbing the man’s hand, but he yanked it out of his grandson’s grip and stared at us again.
“Listen to me! This town is not for you! You’ll die here and be unhappy. This routine will kill you slowly. You need to get out of here, stop hiding and live your life. It’s going to happen whether you want it to or not.” He said and Jackson and I looked at each other, silently agreeing to the words that had just been spoken.
“You’re right. We’ll go.” I said and Joseph looked at me for a while, checking if I was lying or not.
“So you’ll do it?” Joseph asked and we chuckled.
“Yes, grandpa, now go home and rest.” Jackson silently said and the man nodded his head, knowing that he would never see us again. Eventually, Joseph left, leaving me and Jackson to figure out everything.
After talking for about two hours, we agreed that his grandfather was right and that Rosetown was not the town for us. We knew we didn’t have any money but we figured that if we took all the supplies in the shop and the money there we could survive for a while. So, at 1 AM, we carried all the goods out of the shop, we took the little money and burnt up the shop. We made it seem like it was because of the bad electricity panel. That morning, we fled from town and never came back. We heard that the police had been investigating, but gave up, not finding anything among the ruins. We hid in some motel in Arizona, where we gave our bodies and souls to each other forever. I’ll never forget the sweaty skin each of us had, and the hungry kisses we shared. So who cared if we didn’t have a plan? Who cared about us but us?
Xxx
Nine years later
“Mommy, mommy, look what I made!” A five year old ran around happily, showing me a birdhouse. Her blue eyes and blond hair proved that Katharine was the result of love between me and Jackson.
“Yeah!” Jackson high fived, and lifted out daughter off the ground, and spun her around. Katharine laughed uncontrollably and I smiled warmly at the both of them.
“That birdhouse is ugly.” Our son, Phoenix, mumbled into my skirt. I laughed and scooped him up in my arms, kissing his temple. He scowled and I put him down, where he ran off to play with his toys.
“I can’t believe we’re married and that these kids are ours.” Jackson said, coming from behind me and hugging me.
“Yeah, neither can I.” I said and kissed him, with the same passion and love as nine years before. Like that faithful night when we got up and escaped expectations.
“Audette, you need to get out of this town.” He warned and I drew back a little, scared.
“What?” I questioned, frightened by his unusual behavior.
“Grandpa, you’re not making any sense. Come, I’ll take you home.” Jackson said, grabbing the man’s hand, but he yanked it out of his grandson’s grip and stared at us again.
“Listen to me! This town is not for you! You’ll die here and be unhappy. This routine will kill you slowly. You need to get out of here, stop hiding and live your life. It’s going to happen whether you want it to or not.” He said and Jackson and I looked at each other, silently agreeing to the words that had just been spoken.
“You’re right. We’ll go.” I said and Joseph looked at me for a while, checking if I was lying or not.
“So you’ll do it?” Joseph asked and we chuckled.
“Yes, grandpa, now go home and rest.” Jackson silently said and the man nodded his head, knowing that he would never see us again. Eventually, Joseph left, leaving me and Jackson to figure out everything.
After talking for about two hours, we agreed that his grandfather was right and that Rosetown was not the town for us. We knew we didn’t have any money but we figured that if we took all the supplies in the shop and the money there we could survive for a while. So, at 1 AM, we carried all the goods out of the shop, we took the little money and burnt up the shop. We made it seem like it was because of the bad electricity panel. That morning, we fled from town and never came back. We heard that the police had been investigating, but gave up, not finding anything among the ruins. We hid in some motel in Arizona, where we gave our bodies and souls to each other forever. I’ll never forget the sweaty skin each of us had, and the hungry kisses we shared. So who cared if we didn’t have a plan? Who cared about us but us?
Xxx
Nine years later
“Mommy, mommy, look what I made!” A five year old ran around happily, showing me a birdhouse. Her blue eyes and blond hair proved that Katharine was the result of love between me and Jackson.
“Yeah!” Jackson high fived, and lifted out daughter off the ground, and spun her around. Katharine laughed uncontrollably and I smiled warmly at the both of them.
“That birdhouse is ugly.” Our son, Phoenix, mumbled into my skirt. I laughed and scooped him up in my arms, kissing his temple. He scowled and I put him down, where he ran off to play with his toys.
“I can’t believe we’re married and that these kids are ours.” Jackson said, coming from behind me and hugging me.
“Yeah, neither can I.” I said and kissed him, with the same passion and love as nine years before. Like that faithful night when we got up and escaped expectations.
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"And close your eyes to us. Fight fire. Trap doors to endless wisdom."- The Broken Bells