Dinner
CHARLIES POV
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As I sit at the dinner table, I imagine I'm on a swing at recess in 2nd grader; when times were simple, better. When I'm with my family, there is really nothing to say, nor think about. Dinner has always been the part of the day I hated the most, there was no talking, and no asking how your day was, it was just silence with a mix of forks scraping the plate.
I look up from my plate, the organized food that I've been playing with for about 20 minutes drifting out of my view. "Mom," I say, my mom looking up at me with food still in her mouth, though she quickly swallows it. "What's that guys name? Y'know, the one that I met yesterday evening." I ask, not looking very joyful that I'm about to get the answer.
My mom looks at me like I had just murdered her whole family, then finally answering, or so I thought, "That guy? You mean your future husband?" I look at her in shock, I must've missed that part. "You should know his name, you're marrying him next year." She says to me, but I had no idea this was happening, I barley know him!
I look down at my food, taking in too much news to eat, and then I soon look back up at her; acting as if I didn't just figure out I'm getting married next year, "Whatever, just tell me his name." She sighs and looks at my dad, God, I hate when she does that.
She looks back at me, and then opens her mouth, "His name is Ben." She says, then for some reason not just leaving it at that, "B-E-N, you hear that?" She looks back at my father, muttering to him as if I cant hear it, "God, I hate teenagers."
I stand up and walk away, not wanting to cause more of a scene at the dinner table. She is such an ass to me for no reason at all, and I have no idea why. Honestly, right now, I just want too lay down and cry (and maybe give Kitty a cuddle.) I open the door to my room, taking in the familiar scent of my favorite cologne.
I lay down on the bed, I just want too cry, I shouldn't let her effect me like this. I roll over on my side and shut my eyes hard, trying to dream the silliest of dreams; like if I owned a cat, don't ask me why this is my dream, my parents just hate animals for no reason. My dream is to live in a small house in the hillside and own two cats, become a successful writer so I can work from home, and maybe even have a loving husband who appreciates me for everything I do.
I hold my breath for as long as I can, which is about 53 seconds. And as I slowly drift off to sleep, I keep thinking of these silly dreams, knowing that they will never become true, but I can try my hardest.
As I wake up from my nap, I sit up and look around my mom, then blurting out, "Mom, where are you?" I look around the room, hoping out of bed and down the hallway, walking into the kitchen and hear a glass shattering sound. My sister comes around the corner, kneeling down to face me and covering my ears with her hand, and I look at her confused. "Victoria?" I ask, looking up at her.
She looks at me as I reach my hands out, I start crying and she picks me up, taking me to her room and opening the window, climbing out with me in her arms. "It's okay, Charlie." She closes the window and takes her hands off my ears, and I cling to her.
She holds me, and when I stop crying, she looks at me. "Do you wanna run?" When she says that I look at her, and then nod. I don't know how far we ran, and I don't know why we ran, all I know is that in that moment I felt free.
We pause and take a quick break too lay down, and I feel her looking at me as I close my eyes, I can feel the wind blowing on me, and the earth around me, I think she closes her eyes too. I reach out and hold her hand, and she holds mine back.
I fall asleep, and as I'm sleeping I hear birds chirping around me, and I hear my moms voice and my sisters voice, there is yelling, but where? My eyes open as I wake up from the dream and I stare at my empty celling. The voices are coming from downstairs, It sounds like my mom and sister are fighting, but I couldn't be bothered to go and check, so I close my eyes again. Goodnight.