Post by punklil007 on Jun 21, 2005 16:13:19 GMT -5
Jessica opened her eyes.
"Tell me." Travis gulped. Jessica was sooo scary sometimes. Travis didn't know where to start.
"tell me," Jessica coaxed again. Travis shuddered. To speak the experience would be dreadful-to relive it would be horrifieing.
"ok." Travis didn't want to tell her it was he who had pulled the fir alarm in the fourth four corridor. Or that it was he who made the winding cutting path in the dirt hill behind his house when he rolled down it. Or that that the cuts on his head were from hitting rocks and sticks on the way down. Or it was he who jumped across the river, running. Or that it was he who had seen Ivroy Witnell cream her older Brother Baily until all he was was pulp in an cheep fleace jacket. Just laying there with his back all curled, not breathing much except for a shuddering of his side, a very small flutter of his brocken ribs. He didn't want to tell her it was he who ran, he who ran through the rain to their old tree house and hid in the corner until she came. He didn't want to tell her he did nothing about his beat up best friend. He didn't want to, but he did.
He told her things he'd told no one, not even his parents and he felt her listening to every word. His parents relationship with him was paper thin, never really home parenting. She rapped her arms around him, pulling him into her lap. He leaned his head against her shoulder, feeling her many earings hitting his short hair. Her arms, pale beneath an see threw black top that clung to her fingers raapped around his thing waste.Her short red and black hair clung to his neck.
"It's my fault." he whispered. She pushed him away her hands gripping his shoulders.
"Don't ever say that EVER again." She said her blue eyes searching his pale face, seeing right through the lenses of his glasses. "It was NEVER your fault. Not the time your dad left, not the time your mom remarried the asshole from planet zero. Not the time Marci got hit by truck and had to go to the hospital with a brocken leg. It wasn't your fault when Alex broke up with me and it isn't your fault now. These things happen TRAVIS you have to learn that other people make bad things happen. Most of the time its never your fault." He wanted to felieve her but she hadn't seen the way he had watched his best friend get beet up or the way baily hardly breathed. The way he told nobody about it and left Baily in the Cemetery for the dead. Baily wasn't ok, unless being hooked up to tubes and breathing monitors in a hospital qualified as being ok. And it was Travis's fault. Travis's fault he was there. He looked away from Jessica. Her hands fell from his shoulders into her legs. He stared at them ( her legs) covered by fishnet stockings, crossed indian style. They had sat like this so many times before, in this treehouse. But then her legs had been bare, her shirts t-shirts with big logo's on them and shorts that said things like,
"Punk." and "Soccer Player" on the but, not these short black skirts that stuck out at all the wrong angles. Where had their kidness gone? They talked like they were eight, but looking at Jessica, she didn't look like she did when she was eight. You compare a photo of Jess now to one then and you wouldn't know they were the same person. Jessica used to have long brown hair, a wirey smile and a long skinny FLAT torso. NOw her six pack vaguley showed threw her shirts and her chest stuck out far more then any eight year old Travis had ever seen. She had taught him to fight up here when they were 11, punching her stumache instead of a bag. Travis had resisted but then she began to taunt him, remind him of who had hurt him, of the things that went wrong. She never mentioned their friendship.
"I want you to say it Travis. Say it now, say it to the whole world." Jessica pulled him back, tugging the rope.
"Say?" Travis was confused.
'it wasn't your fault Trav, just say it, its true and the truth never hurt anyone." Yeah right. It hurt when his mother told his father the TRUTH that she was seeing another man. It hurt Alex when he told Jessica the TRUTH that he felt no connection whatsoever. It hurt Travis to tell Jessica his BESTEST of friends the Truth, the truth about his faults. It hurt, wheather she said so or not.
He looked at her, her eyes filled with sympthy, as if she were trying to pull the words from him, drag them from his shut lips.
" I can't," he stuttered. Tears already sliding down his nose, "I can't." he repeated tears pouring down his face, washing over his pupils, replaying every moment of the last 6 days in his mind, everything. Replaying Jessica's change, replaying his parents split, pulling from his eyes, every painful bit that was there.
"I can't," he shouted, "it hurts too much!" Jessica wasn't hugging him, she wasn't touching him. But she was listening.
"It's unfair to make me feel this way!!! IT's not my fault!!!" Travis screamed. There was silence. HIs tears stopped. The rain still pounded on the roof. Jessica was smiling, looking up at him threw her hooded eye lids.
She moved over to him,
"NOw was that so hard?" She gave him a quick hug.
travis was too suprised at first to hug back. To suprised that he'd said it. Jessica petted his head, then pulled away.
"For a 15 year old, you sure are pretty kid like." She smiled. Travis grimaced, the last thing he wanted to hear. Jessica was getting up.
"don't fret it. I like it don't change." She leaned over and kissed his up turned forhead, decinding down the stairs. They would always be more than paper thing friends.
THE END
"Tell me." Travis gulped. Jessica was sooo scary sometimes. Travis didn't know where to start.
"tell me," Jessica coaxed again. Travis shuddered. To speak the experience would be dreadful-to relive it would be horrifieing.
"ok." Travis didn't want to tell her it was he who had pulled the fir alarm in the fourth four corridor. Or that it was he who made the winding cutting path in the dirt hill behind his house when he rolled down it. Or that that the cuts on his head were from hitting rocks and sticks on the way down. Or it was he who jumped across the river, running. Or that it was he who had seen Ivroy Witnell cream her older Brother Baily until all he was was pulp in an cheep fleace jacket. Just laying there with his back all curled, not breathing much except for a shuddering of his side, a very small flutter of his brocken ribs. He didn't want to tell her it was he who ran, he who ran through the rain to their old tree house and hid in the corner until she came. He didn't want to tell her he did nothing about his beat up best friend. He didn't want to, but he did.
He told her things he'd told no one, not even his parents and he felt her listening to every word. His parents relationship with him was paper thin, never really home parenting. She rapped her arms around him, pulling him into her lap. He leaned his head against her shoulder, feeling her many earings hitting his short hair. Her arms, pale beneath an see threw black top that clung to her fingers raapped around his thing waste.Her short red and black hair clung to his neck.
"It's my fault." he whispered. She pushed him away her hands gripping his shoulders.
"Don't ever say that EVER again." She said her blue eyes searching his pale face, seeing right through the lenses of his glasses. "It was NEVER your fault. Not the time your dad left, not the time your mom remarried the asshole from planet zero. Not the time Marci got hit by truck and had to go to the hospital with a brocken leg. It wasn't your fault when Alex broke up with me and it isn't your fault now. These things happen TRAVIS you have to learn that other people make bad things happen. Most of the time its never your fault." He wanted to felieve her but she hadn't seen the way he had watched his best friend get beet up or the way baily hardly breathed. The way he told nobody about it and left Baily in the Cemetery for the dead. Baily wasn't ok, unless being hooked up to tubes and breathing monitors in a hospital qualified as being ok. And it was Travis's fault. Travis's fault he was there. He looked away from Jessica. Her hands fell from his shoulders into her legs. He stared at them ( her legs) covered by fishnet stockings, crossed indian style. They had sat like this so many times before, in this treehouse. But then her legs had been bare, her shirts t-shirts with big logo's on them and shorts that said things like,
"Punk." and "Soccer Player" on the but, not these short black skirts that stuck out at all the wrong angles. Where had their kidness gone? They talked like they were eight, but looking at Jessica, she didn't look like she did when she was eight. You compare a photo of Jess now to one then and you wouldn't know they were the same person. Jessica used to have long brown hair, a wirey smile and a long skinny FLAT torso. NOw her six pack vaguley showed threw her shirts and her chest stuck out far more then any eight year old Travis had ever seen. She had taught him to fight up here when they were 11, punching her stumache instead of a bag. Travis had resisted but then she began to taunt him, remind him of who had hurt him, of the things that went wrong. She never mentioned their friendship.
"I want you to say it Travis. Say it now, say it to the whole world." Jessica pulled him back, tugging the rope.
"Say?" Travis was confused.
'it wasn't your fault Trav, just say it, its true and the truth never hurt anyone." Yeah right. It hurt when his mother told his father the TRUTH that she was seeing another man. It hurt Alex when he told Jessica the TRUTH that he felt no connection whatsoever. It hurt Travis to tell Jessica his BESTEST of friends the Truth, the truth about his faults. It hurt, wheather she said so or not.
He looked at her, her eyes filled with sympthy, as if she were trying to pull the words from him, drag them from his shut lips.
" I can't," he stuttered. Tears already sliding down his nose, "I can't." he repeated tears pouring down his face, washing over his pupils, replaying every moment of the last 6 days in his mind, everything. Replaying Jessica's change, replaying his parents split, pulling from his eyes, every painful bit that was there.
"I can't," he shouted, "it hurts too much!" Jessica wasn't hugging him, she wasn't touching him. But she was listening.
"It's unfair to make me feel this way!!! IT's not my fault!!!" Travis screamed. There was silence. HIs tears stopped. The rain still pounded on the roof. Jessica was smiling, looking up at him threw her hooded eye lids.
She moved over to him,
"NOw was that so hard?" She gave him a quick hug.
travis was too suprised at first to hug back. To suprised that he'd said it. Jessica petted his head, then pulled away.
"For a 15 year old, you sure are pretty kid like." She smiled. Travis grimaced, the last thing he wanted to hear. Jessica was getting up.
"don't fret it. I like it don't change." She leaned over and kissed his up turned forhead, decinding down the stairs. They would always be more than paper thing friends.
THE END
