I sat on the windowsill of my bedroom, my cigarette lightly in between my fingers.
Footsteps sounded down the hallway as I lightly tossed it out.
"Hey, (Y/N)..." it was my mom. The same person who had just grounded me.
"What's that smell?" She questioned, stepping closer into my room with a heap of laundry in her hands.
"Some guys were smoking outside..." I hesitantly said, pushing my hair back behind my ear.
My mom said nothing, instead, she sat on my bed and sighed
"Why?" She asked discretely, obviously wanting a response
I stayed quiet.
I didn't care.
So what?
It's not important.
"Honey, why did you punch him?"
"He deserves it, mom. We've been through this. All he's done is terrorize me since I was little. He needed karma to come around," I stated, refusing to make eye contact with my now melancholy mother.
"I understand that honey, I do, but you could've told the school administrators from the beginning."
"They don't do shit, mom!," I said, accidentally being louder than I meant to be.
My mom stared at me. No words were spoken, but she gave me a look that told me to shut up
And so I did.
So what?
So what if I punched him?
It was just a punch.
So what?
~ timeskip ~
Rain. The worlds most soothing yet depressing thing.
Too bad I couldn't go outside.
I stared, craving the light peck of rain against my skin.
My mom told me I couldn't even go outside.
I'm pretty much on house arrest for just fighting back
Who cares?
I opened my window and jumped out. It was only one flight, so I fell with only a little pain in my heels.
I looked around. The rain pitter-pattered on our tin roof as I smiled. It was so rejuvenating for some reason. Just listening to the light pattering could cradle you to sleep.
I walked away onto the street. The rain started to pound harder as I trudged forward, cars passing by and occasionally splashing me.
Not that I cared. The rain felt nice. It made me feel alive. It almost made me feel numb when all these emotions were boiling up inside me.
I felt happy.
I watched as a kid was crouching into a sewer, laughing.
I stopped. Normally, I hate kids because all they do is beg for attention and cry about every little thing. But, this kid was different.
She looked happy. She was also wearing nothing to protect her from the rain, meaning she must've went out without permission.
"Why not? I want to see you," she giggled into the drain, moving her head closer to it.
Odd.
Very odd.
I walked closer.
"No, I don't," she laughed. I couldn't make out much, but I did hear a low, raspy voice mumble something.
"Hey, who ya talking to?," I asked. Obviously curious.
"He's right here" she she paused for a second after pointing to the drain. Her face suddenly became somber "he's- gone. Oh well, his name is Pennywise. He's a clown. He's really funny," she giggled, her laugh lighting up the whole earth.
"Oh, cool," I stated, squatting beside her.
"How old are you?" She asked.
"18"
"I wish I was 18... instead I'm 7"
"No you don't."
"Why not?"
"Don't worry, just enjoy the time you have" I stated, walking away swiftly a few seconds later.
That was odd.
Very odd.
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A/N : Sorry for this being so short~! I'll make sure the next chapter is waaay longer. Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed!
