The knife that I used multiple times to slit my wrists and leave permanent scars on my skin. My father's knife. It's the only thing I have left of him besides pictures. The police took everything else because he was on illegal drugs so it's criminal evidence.
I stuff the knife into my pocket. I don't know what I'm going to do with it. I should really just throw it in the ocean but something inside me is telling me not to.
I grab my skim board and head back up to the house. Everyone knows that it's been a month. They just won't remind me.
I walk inside and smell spaghetti. It smells the same as when my mom used to make it.
"Hey Mack!" Susannah says. "Dinners almost ready!" She says.
"Okay, thanks." I say. "I think I'm gonna get a shower really quick." I walk upstairs and take a quick shower. Then I put on a similar outfit and I head downstairs.
"Yo! Wassup Mackie!" Jeremiah says.
"Hey Jere." I say.
"So, what did you do all day?" Jere asks.
"I hung out on the beach." I say.
"Nice!" Jere says. Then we walk into the dining room and I take my usual seat next to Conrad.
"Hi Con." I say. "How was sailing today?" I ask.
"It was good." Conrad says. "Cleveland is a really great guy."
"Cool." I say.
"What did you do?" Conrad asks me.
"I took a walk on the beach and did some skim boarding." I say.
"Fun." He says.
I take a forkful of spaghetti and my eyes go wide. It tastes just like my mom's. Like it has that little secret ingredient in it.
I look at Susannah and she smiles. "Susannah, is this really?" I ask. She nods and slides me the recipe. I smile huge and hug Susannah.
"What is it?" Stevie asks.
"It's the recipe that my mom used to use to make spaghetti." I say. "It has a secret ingredient in it."
"What? No fair. Give it to me." Stevie says.
"No chance, Stevie." I say. I'm still smiling. At the corner of my eye, I can see Conrad smiling a little at me.
After dinner, I head to bed and fall asleep almost immediately.
A few hours later, I wake up in a cold sweat, crying once again. Another nightmare. This time, it was my mom. Almost like a flashback of her death.
Then I hear the door open but I don't look at whoever opened it.
"Mackie, you okay?" I hear a voice say. "It's just me, Conrad."
"Y-yeah, I'm fine." I say, then I sniffle.
"Are you sure?" He asks.
"Conrad, I'm fine." I say. Then he hesitates to close the door but then he closes it and leaves.
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Stars Around My Scars - Conrad Fisher
FanfictionAfter being through hell and back, Mackenzie Baker goes to live with her aunt and her two cousins. When summer hits, Mackenzie goes to the Fisher's house. She's met Conrad and Jeremiah before, but after all that's happened, will things be different?
