"Look, I know that you might not be very fond of this idea, but-"
"Fond? HAHA. Is hell freezing over? What makes you think that I, a 16 year old antisocial, depressed teenage girl would be anywhere near 'fond' of this information? Fucking hell, I swear..."
"Don't you curse at me, Marcy or I'll..." Mom trails off.
I scoff in amusement, having a chance to kick in smart-ass mode. "Or what? Are you gonna start crying over how much I've changed? Oh, or are you gonna bring up dad and how he would be so disappointed in me? Or maybe how Eric is such a better child than me? Oh, please do lecture me, how I love it!"
I scoot myself out of my chair and storm up the steps. I stop at the top step and holler down, "Keep talking, use your imagination and pretend that I'm still there." I open my door furiously and I shut it back even more so. I turn up Fall Out Boy so loud, everybody can hear it and I can't hear my own thoughts. I plop down onto my bed, my face smothered by my pillow as I scream as loudly as I could. I stayed in the position for a couple more minutes before I lifted my face up and grab my phone. I quickly unlock it and immediately open Tumblr. This is my hideaway. The people on here can always make me laugh or feel a bit better about my day.
I scroll through post, after post, after post. Blogging and re blogging like my life depended on it. Every once in a while, I silently giggle at a post. After about an hour of Tumblr, I get a text. From... Actually, I don't know who it is. It is a 270 number, so it must be from around where I live.
'Hey' the random number texted. I look puzzled at myself, not knowing what to text back.
'Um, hello...? Who is this, and why are you texting me?'
I waited for a reply, minutes passed... Nothing. Then to my surprise, the mysterious number called me, without even answering my question over text. I slide to answer it.
"Hello?" I fumbled with my words.
"Marcy? It's me, Kyle. From school."
I sigh in relief. "Oh, hey, Kyle? Um I don't think I know you all that well, and um, not to be rude, but why and how do you have my number?"
The line was silent for many seconds. He finally lets out a sigh. "Your older brother, Eric. Well, he contacted me on Facebook and asked if I knew you. I of course said 'Yes' And he told me that you were kinda lonely and that he thought you needed someone to talk to..."
"THAT LITTLE BASTARD I'M GONNA KILL HIM! OOOOH! I'm so sorry, Kyle. I promise I will call you or text you after I kill my brother. You seem really nice though."
"You too."
"Okay, bye."
"Bye."
I quickly hang up the phone and slam it down on my soft bed and. Storm back down stairs, looking for Eric so I can rip his head off.
"Eric? Come out, come out wherever you are!" I yell at the top of my lungs.
"Yeah?" His head turns from the tv and I see him laying back on the couch.
I walk into the living room and snatch up the remote from the table and turn off the tv.
"Hey! I was watching The Walking Dead!" Eric whines and looks up at me with puppy eyes and a stretched out pout lip.
I smacked him upside the back of the head. As he groans in pain.
"What was that for?!" I give him a sarcastic smile.
"I just got a strange phone call. You know who from?"
"Uhh... Obama?" He gives me a cheeky, innocent smile.
I smack him again. "No, you fool! Kyle. Kyle from my school. He said that you messaged him on Facebook and told him that I was some socially deprived weirdo!"
"I didn't say those exact words..." He trails off, twiddling with his thumbs.
"Why, Eric, why?" I holler at him, making him flench.
"I'm sorry, Marcy, I just... I'm your older brother, right? Well, ever since dad died, I feel like that I should take some more responsibility and do stuff that might boost your socialization skills. I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me. Please, Marcy. I was just try a help... Honest."
"Whatever. I'm going out, tell mom I'll be back in a few." I run upstairs to grab my phone and my earbuds. I hurry back down and slip on my vans and grab my keys. I still only have my learners permit, so I'm not supposed to drive unless I'm with a licensed driver. No way that's gonna happen.
I dash out the door and once I get inside (Eric's) car, it's the first time that I could relax since this morning. I let out one of the longest breaths that I think I've ever made. I take my phone out of my back pocket an d unlock it, slowly, taking advantage of the relaxation. I get a notification to my text messages.
'Hey 😊' Kyle. Oh yay, this dude again.