Stories: Excerpt 4

“Nothing,” he said. “You’re late.”
“Don’t let me hear that again,” Kristi instructed. “Bye.”
I opened the door for her. “Thank you,” she whispered as she passed by me. “I hope you have a good day.”
I nodded. I hoped that I would have a good day, but I know that it was nearly impossible. I closed the door behind and took the dishes to the sink.
“Mally,” Ned called.
“Yes,” I said, turning around.
“Are you upset?”
“Why?”
“I heard you screaming last night, did you see the monster under your bed,” he asked sounding innocent. I knew Kristi didn’t tell him what happened.
“No, I didn’t see the monster, I just had a bad dream,” I whispered turning back to do the dishes.
“Oh okay, it you do just tell me,” he said climbing up the stairs slowly since his legs were so short. “I’m going to be in my room.”
I nodded thinking about my dream from last night. I knew it wasn’t a dream though. I finished the dishes quickly and was about to head off to my room when the door bell rang. I remembered that the babysitter was going to be here today.
“Carson,” I heard Ned shouted. He seemed excited to see this Carson guy, just like how I use to be when I see Lyn. I opened the door and found a man, well not basically a man, leaning against the brick wall. He had light brown hair and dark olive green eyes. I smiled.
“I’m Mallory, just moved in,” I introduced.
“I’m Carson, Ned’s babysitter,” he replied. Ned came running to the door like a maniac. He jumped into Carson’s arm and Carson lifted him up like he was nothing.
“Carson,” he shouted and fiddled with Carson’s shirt. Carson carried him into the house and put him on the counter top. Ned compared to Carson was nearly nothing.
“So I’m finish with my job, I’m going to be in my room if you need me or anything,” I told Carson. He nodded and turned back to play with Ned. I climbed the stairs two at a time.
I settled into my chair and turned on my laptop. I remembered how Lyn told me that if you’re unhappy or anything you should write it out and express it on paper. I used to think it was stupid; I mean seriously expressing your words to paper is like talking to the paper.
I logged on to my blog. I scrolled down the page and clicked on new entry.

Day 215,
Today is 215 days since Lyn died. I had a dream about what happened the day of the accident, except that I know that it wasn’t a dream. Everyday, I’m nearly lifeless and every minute seems like hours or days, I’m really tired of this. Kristi seems really nice to me, but I just can’t take it that she is just so nice and... unafraid of me. Aunt Sarah was afraid of me because I tried to kill myself. Uncle Jim was afraid of me doing something to his son and daughter. No matter how much Kristi loves me, I know that deep inside her fear wins over her love. Nobody likes me not even myself.

I shut of the window as Carson opened the door behind me.
“Sorry, I kind of forgot to knock, but I was wondering wear the first aid kit is,” he asked.
“Are you hurt,” I asked standing up from the desk.
“No, no it’s not me,” he said guilty. “It’s Ned.”
I nodded. “He seemed like a child that would be getting hurt a lot from his jumpiness.”
I brushed past him and went in to the bathroom. I forgot what Kristi told me where the first aid kit was, but I happen to know where it was. Nothing makes sense in my life.
“Found it,” I said holding the first aid kit. “Where is he?”
“He’s in his room,” he said turning around and leading me to Ned’s room.
Ned was on the floor holding his bleeding finger like it was poisonous. I kneeled beside him.
“How could you get hurt in a room so small like this,” I asked taking peroxide out along with a Q-tip. I put it over the cut and got out a bandage.
“Hmm... Kristi didn’t say that you can’t get hurt in a small room,” he answered.
I smiled. “You’re going to be a good lawyer when you grow up, I mean like if you become one.”