Sound Effects and Overdramatics

Roses are red, violets are blue.
Sorry this is lame, will you go out with me Saturday?
Zachary.

I read the piece of paper for the hundredth time in just a few minutes. I couldn't help but act like a school girl who was crushing on their teacher. I smiled, putting it back into the envelope it came in and placed it neatly on my desk. I couldn't help but feel bubbly over the whole thing, it was exciting to me. The feeling felt so new. I went back to my bed and laid there staring up at the ceiling with a wide cheesy smile plastered on my face.

I turned to look at the clock and saw that it was almost lunch time. Thinking about food for the first time that day I felt my stomach start to growl. I wanted to go down stairs and make something to eat, but when I saw my reflection in the mirror, my hair was messy and I realized I hadn't showered for a couple days. I blushed to myself, feeling embarrassed that I was dirty. So I grabbed some clean clothes and ran to the bathroom. I got two purple towels out of the shelf in the bathroom and placed them on top of the toilet seat and started the shower.

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Thirty minutes later, I'm in the kitchen cooking me some macaroni and cheese when I hear footsteps walking down the stairs. Panic takes over me and I run out of the kitchen and hide in the living room; forgetting that I left the stove of boiling water on. Why was I so scared of her? It wasn't like she was going to do anything to me. She most likely didn't even remember what had happened last night. Still, I stayed low on the couch so if she decided to try and look for me in the living room it would look like I wasn't there. I heard tapping on the the tile floor of the kitchen, she had her shoes on? How long had she been up? I remembered clearly that last night she was already in her night clothes. I heard a click in the kitchen, I guessed she turned off the water on the stove. It was silent for a few more seconds then the tapping of her shoes started to sound louder, I stiffened against the couch. Then, the tapping stopped for a second and they became softer. I heard the front door open and close. Silence.

I let out a breath of air and sat up from the couch, slowly, just in case she decided to come back in. Nothing. I got up and went back to the kitchen. A typed out note was posted on the refrigerator.

Have a meeting today. Put a 20 on your desk for pizza.

That was it. No "Love mom" or "See you later" what happened? I had only been home a week and already she didn't want anything to do with me. I felt like a toy, sure it's fun for a while, then it gets boring and you want something else. I felt hot tears start to roll down my cheeks. I blamed part of it on myself. I hadn't even started calling her mom yet. No, it couldn't be because of that. I sighed from frustration and also to calm myself down. I couldn't let this effect me, I was having enough problems in my life already. Still, I felt so angry at myself. Why did I have to be driving that car? Why did I have to look in the rear view mirror to look at Jake!? Why did I hav-

It felt like my eyes were going to pop out of their sockets. I remembered something. I remembered something! Jake...the accident. I tried to think harder, but I could only remember looking in the mirror and seeing a distorted figure. I couldn't see anything clear. My head started to hurt from trying to remember. I had to remember. I went back to the couch forgetting about food once again. I closed my eyes and calmed myself, don't get too excited I told myself. I thought long and hard; I tried to break down the mental wall in my head, the wall I wanted to get passed to remember. I don't know how long I sat there, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember anything. I screamed in annoyance. I don't know why, I just felt like I needed to. I wanted to throw things, punch things, cut things...

A knock on the door disrupted my angry rampage mood and I breathed in deeply to calm down once again. Once I gained my composer back I got up from the couch and walked passed the kitchen and to the door.

"Hey," A short girl said, smiling at me. I've seen her before, I can't remember though. "It's me, Samantha?" Duh, you idiot. I mentally kicked myself. She was my best friend before the accident. I was still surprised she came to see me. I figured after the party that Zachary threw for me a while ago that she forgot about me because of my first reaction to her. I felt really stupid for thinking that as I stood there.

"Hey Samantha! I'm sorry I haven't tried calling you or anything. It's just all still confusing and everything. It's even hard for me to comprehend everything that Zachary shows me. Well so anyway, I'm sorry." It all came out in a rush as I tried to explain everything.

Samantha waved my explanation away, I was already forgiven. She smiled at me and said, "well I was just wondering if you aren't doing anything, if you'd like to come hang out with me and everyone else." She stopped to see if I'd remember who 'everyone else' was. When I showed no sign of remembrance she laughed a little and continued, "you know Katie, Josh, Ryan, Cassandra and Emma?" Samantha turned toward two cars that were sitting on the side of the curb in front of my house. I looked passed Samantha to see that Josh, Katie, and Emma sat in the black convertible in front of the teal green mustang. In the mustang said Cassandra and Ryan. They all waved to me when they saw me staring at them. Wow, did I have rich friends? I waved back at them and Samantha turned back toward me, a smile still placed on her face.

"So?" She asked. I hesitated for a moment, I was still a little scared of everything. But I decided I should start trying to get my life back. After all, I did have a break through with my memory moments ago. Maybe this would help a lot more as well.

"Sure." A relieved expression shown on Samantha's face as I spoke that one word.

"Great!" She again, hugged me unexpectedly.

"Just let me get some shoes on." I said after she let go of me.

She nodded and started walking back to her friends, our friends.

"Oh! Don't forget a jacket, it might rain today." She said, looking up at the sky.

Seattle was always cloudy, I forgot all about rain. I forgot the weather all together really. I realized I didn't wear my jacket when I was with Zachary. Except when Elizabeth took me to town. I sighed, not wanting to think about her. I ran to my room and looked for my shoes. They laid carelessly by my desk, I quickly slipped them on, glad I didn't have to deal with any strings. Then I went to my closet and found my purple rain jacket. I smiled to myself, thinking I must look like a little child with that jacket on, it didn't matter to me though. I started walking out the door when I remembered the twenty that was sitting on top of my desk. I grabbed it and stuffed it into my jacket pocket and ran out of my room, down the stairs, and out the front door.