Blue Bicycle

Chapter One.

April 3nd 2003

Rain came down my window as I sat alone in my room my parents on the couch my siblings on another. The sound of the rain on the windows and pure white noise in my ears was bringing me to tears. I wiped them away slowly looking over to my desk, covered in layers upon layers of songs I couldn't finish. Papers falling to the floor like young souls jumping from buildings.

"Hey jem whatcha doin" my brother called from outside the door.

"Leave me alone Whyatt" I said melancholy.

"Mom's gonna take us to drive around for a little bit if you want to come" he said in a small high pitched voice as if he was a mouse.

"I'm good" I say not looking at him.

"Okay" then he walks away. I spend the next 10 minutes messing around on my guitar nothing will ever come out of it. I need sleep, it's been 3 days since I had a full night of sleep every time I doze off i'm awoken by endless nightmares.

I finally give up and decide to go for walk, my dad was passed out on the couch like usual so it wasn't hard to leave. It stopped raining but it's still cloudy and cold outside. I put on a jacket and my doc martins grabbed my headphones and my backpack and walked out the door. I left the light in my room on so my mom would think I was sleeping when they got home, she would never come in and check on me she just assumes i'm sleeping and leaves me alone. As I walked out the door bitter wind hit me but I kept walking, toward the park. I had lived next to the park since I was little I remember climbing up and sliding down the slides with my next door neighbors. I got to the park at almost 10 but it was already dark by then. Nobody uses this park anyways thats why its good to smoke weed at. Oops. I went on the top of the roof of the playground and just looked around there were many trees surrounding the park, as a kid i'd climb them when I was bored. I pulled out a joint but before I could light it a quick pass of bright lights caught my eyes I couldn't quite tell what it was but it was going pretty fast. I put my stuff back in my backpack and hopped down, that's when I saw him, it was the bike that was glowing and it was cool as shit. I ran of the playground and bolted to him,

"HEY STOP" I yelled hoping he'd hear me.

He stopped mid petal and looked me straight in the eyes, they were piercing blue, the kind of blue you might see if you were to go to a remote island in the middle of the bahamas only to drown in the water. His left eye had a bruise on it the color of a plum, it looked pretty new. He was wearing what seemed to be a light blue skirt and a white sweater that said "baby" on it. On further inspection the sweater had blood on it but not a lot, you could tell he was hurt.

"Hey are you oka-" I tried to say before he sped away on his glowing blue bicycle. I went home and wondered about this boy I had never seen before and why I wanted to help him so badly. I sat in my room that night and wrote a song, an actual song it's been so long it feels so good my fingers plucking each string in an order that only I know singing along to the soft lyrics that I created. I still didn't sleep.

I woke up. Wait, let me rephrase that I got up, to the sounds of my parents screaming at each other in the kitchen. It was a normal thing in my house my parents have been fighting since I was born. I always assumed that they fought because of me and as they had more kids they just started the hate each other more and more. They haven't gotten a divorce yet, they just don't want to separate all of us kids they'll probably do it when we all go off to college.

I got out of bed the floor was cold and creaky as I slowly walked out the door and into the abyss of the hallway. I could hear the echos of my parents arguing as I walked towards the kitchen, I stopped right before the entree they couldn't see me but i could see everything.

"How dare you, you worthless bastard I come home everyday after an 8 hour shift, clean this house and make supper over and over again".

"Oh oh really now do you" he sounded drunk.

"Yes I do" she was quite loud now, "and every day I come home to find your ass slouched on the couch drunk-" she was cut off by a slap across the face.

His hand fell to his side as my mother held her now slightly bruised cheek I gasped quickly putting my hand to my mouth blending in the the hall wall. He had never slapped her ever I didn't know what to do i just listened.

"Sarah-"

"Dont Sarah me, get out" my mother was yelling I was afraid that she'd wake up the kids it was so loud.

"But Sarah i'm so sorry you know I love, I love you so much" he was crying, begging her, pleading.

"Out", one word, I quickly ran back into my room and sat on my bed. I heard my dad go into his and mom's room and grab some things as he quickly left the house. He would probably go to grandmas for a couple days until mom forgave him. I laid down in my bed looking up to the ceiling, staring at the galaxy of the universe unfolding onto it. Glowing stars stuck onto a mix of blues and purples twinkling like millions of meteors entering earth's atmosphere. I thought back to that boy on the blue bicycle how his eyes flashed to mine quickly before he went away I hope that wherever he went that he is okay, please be okay.

(PLEASE READ: Okay so the first chapter is really bad but I promise you the next are better I kind of figured it out more in the next one so please read it thanks ~M)