Tuesday Night: Part 1
By L. R. Mosier
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Chapter 1. Tuesday Mourning
The weeping continues for hours. The loss of my mum is affecting practically the whole town. I cant cry. I could, but I wont. Not here.
My mum was missing for almost a year before her body was found. Well, at least whats left of it. Her corpse was found in a sewer, laying amongst the rats and other dirty creatures. Even dead, im sure she didnt fit in. she always has been too perfect for everyone. Beautiful wouldnt even begin to describe her. Perfectly curled brown hair with blonde streaks, and eyes the color you would imagine a soul would be.
I sit in an empty pew all by myself. No one would dare talk to me. I have been an outcast my whole life. “Beautiful” they called me, “but nothing compared to her angel mum”. After a while, people realized I would never amount to her.
Her time of death is yet to be determind but I know exactly when she died. She died two days after she disappeared. I was sitting on my bed, waiting for a call from the police, saying she was okay, when I felt it. It was a pain I had never felt before. It was as though I felt all the pain she did. First my head hurt, as If I had been thrown against a wall, then my wrists started bleeding. I couldnt breathe. My breath was restored within a few minutes, though. A pain was then felt in my back that was indescribable. It was long and torturous. Then, my chest hurt. I endured this for about 5 minutes and then the unexpected happened. The pain stopped. All of it. I knew that at that moment, she had passed.
After a while a boy comes and sits next to me. I dont recognize him but oh well. I sniff “Um hi uh Im Tuesday. Who are you?”
He looks at me with eyes that should belong on a demon. Purple. Who the crap has purple eyes. He smiles a bit at me. I can tell its fake, but at least he is trying. “ Hi , Im Damon, I just transferred here from Atlanta.”, He said with a blush. Wow a guy actually blushed around me. Im guessing its cause he never met Mum. “ and I was hoping that maybe you could, um, show me around sometime?”
I look at him with a sincere smile. “Sure, Id love to”. We just sit there awkwardly. I know hes given me a few extra glances, and I cant help but do the same. He is just so different from the guys from my school. Instead of short and skinny, he is tall and well built.
I cant take it anymore. I let it all out. If Damon is gonna like me, he might as well see me at my worst. I sob until there is nothing left . I look up and Damon had wrapped me in a hug. I turn around and hug him back, happy for someone to care about me.
“ You know, your really shouldnt cry, your way to beautiful.” he said in a whisper. I had difficulty believing my ears. I didnnt want him to be dragged into the unpopular crow, by hanging out with me.
“ You know, you really shouldnt hang out with me, im way too unpopular” I say in response, knowing he would be likely to fit in with the popular crowd. I really like him. I dont know how, we just met.
I look up and see Jacey walking into the room. Her blonde hair colored today with black streaks. I quickly get up and gve her a hug. We silently cry together in each others arms.
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