"You Want Fries With That?", chapter 8
About a week had passed, since Mike and everyone had left. Mike had called a few times to check up and tell me he hadn't met anyone as great as me. That made me always laugh. Finally the weekend arrived, so I did what I mostly do. I walked over to my aunts house. Walking was always a really good thing for me to do, you know clear your head and think about amazing things. I took the back path so I wouldn't have to listen to annoying cars the whole way. All I could hear was the faint noises from the passing birds. I soon was in my aunts complex, it was filled with big houses that all looked the same. Their were tons of teenagers just standing around. Holy, they should build a mall, or something around here, I though to myself.
I entered Jeans house, it smelt like homemade pizza (my personal favourite). I said my hellos, but no one was really cheerful. Jean didn't have her usual peachy smile on her face and Lyn was always looking at her black and white socks. I just kind of took it as a bad day sort of thing and didn't bother ask.
Dinner was silent all we really got to talking about was how Jean was changing my old room into a music room, which I thought was pretty cool. They were changing it because Lyn was getting a drum-kit for her birthday and didn't really have any where to put it.
When I was done eating I basically left. The whole walk all I could think about was my aunt's depressing face. I opened the door to Ollie's house, to find a yet again empty house. I really hated being home alone. I made popcorn and made my way downstairs. I put the popcorn down and noticed me and Mike's answering machine was flashing. I was hoping Mike had called. I pushed play.
"You have one new message!"
"Hey Candy, it's Jean. I feel so bad that I didn't tell you this face to face. I knew I had to, I couldn't leave it up to Lyn or anyone else. So please give me a call when you have the time." My aunt was crying which was really scaring me. I was sitting on the bed trying to guess what this could be about. Was it Lyn's drug problem? Was about me or Dad? I really wanted to just know. I picked up the black phone from under the bed. Quicky I dialled the number. Soon someone answered.
"Hello, Aunt Jean is this you?"
"Oh Candy hi."
"You called?" I asked. I was so nervous. Five popcorn pieces made their way into my mouth.
"Yeah, there is something that I really need to tell you. So you might wanna sit down."
"Ok, I really want to know."
"Candy, your -" She paused for what felt like forever. "Mother committed suicide," she said I could hear the coldness in her voice. I didn't know what I could say. I couldn't just say yes and accept this, but then what else was there to do? I cried. A lot. "You still there? Candy I know this is going to be a lot on you, but this hurts me just as much as you." All I could think about was how much I really did miss her. Why had I ran away and left her? God, I had never cried like this before. Threw all the beating, yelling, slapping and bruises. I had never cried like this.
"Yeah I am here."
"Would you like to hear the suicide note, the police faxed it to me." I thought for a moment.
"Sure." I don't really remember a lot of it but here's what I do remember.
"If you are reading this I am probably gone. Heaven or hell, what does it matter? I know I hadn't made much of myself. Maybe not the best role model. Maybe not the best mother. Maybe not the best sister. But whatever the matter, I just want to let Candy know that you didn't cause any of this. You running away, was maybe one of the bravest things I have ever seen. I know you probably called me a few rude names, but I don't care. IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT! (she went on about my dad and how he made it all possible, but I don't really remember most of it). Well I just wanna finish it off by saying bye, to all my family and my few friends. Bye, love you all! See you in a new life. xoxoxo." My aunt was crying she had been through most of the letter.
"Thanks Jean, but I think I am going to go now." I hung up before she could say anything. I cried and cried. I remembered how me and my mom would sneak out of the house and go on mini picnics. I used to love it as a kid, alone time with my mom without any yelling. The pictures went through my mind like a slide show. I knew I needed to get out of the house. I grabbed a few dollars and was only going to go to the gas station to buy a snickers bar. But I ended up walking for a really long time. If I had a wish, I would have wished to have a troubled teen there to help me through this or Mike. I realized I was on Oak Blvd which was Kyle's street (a very close friend of Mike's). I walked up to his driveway. I wasn't looking for anything I just really needed to talk to someone face to face. Kyle's family was never home they always worked and I think it really affected him. I knocked on Kyle's door and he answered.
We started talking and I told him about my mom. He seemed to really understand. I was just about to leave when he told me he would order a pizza for me. So I decided to stay. He poured me a ginger ale. That's all I remember. Black out!
I entered Jeans house, it smelt like homemade pizza (my personal favourite). I said my hellos, but no one was really cheerful. Jean didn't have her usual peachy smile on her face and Lyn was always looking at her black and white socks. I just kind of took it as a bad day sort of thing and didn't bother ask.
Dinner was silent all we really got to talking about was how Jean was changing my old room into a music room, which I thought was pretty cool. They were changing it because Lyn was getting a drum-kit for her birthday and didn't really have any where to put it.
When I was done eating I basically left. The whole walk all I could think about was my aunt's depressing face. I opened the door to Ollie's house, to find a yet again empty house. I really hated being home alone. I made popcorn and made my way downstairs. I put the popcorn down and noticed me and Mike's answering machine was flashing. I was hoping Mike had called. I pushed play.
"You have one new message!"
"Hey Candy, it's Jean. I feel so bad that I didn't tell you this face to face. I knew I had to, I couldn't leave it up to Lyn or anyone else. So please give me a call when you have the time." My aunt was crying which was really scaring me. I was sitting on the bed trying to guess what this could be about. Was it Lyn's drug problem? Was about me or Dad? I really wanted to just know. I picked up the black phone from under the bed. Quicky I dialled the number. Soon someone answered.
"Hello, Aunt Jean is this you?"
"Oh Candy hi."
"You called?" I asked. I was so nervous. Five popcorn pieces made their way into my mouth.
"Yeah, there is something that I really need to tell you. So you might wanna sit down."
"Ok, I really want to know."
"Candy, your -" She paused for what felt like forever. "Mother committed suicide," she said I could hear the coldness in her voice. I didn't know what I could say. I couldn't just say yes and accept this, but then what else was there to do? I cried. A lot. "You still there? Candy I know this is going to be a lot on you, but this hurts me just as much as you." All I could think about was how much I really did miss her. Why had I ran away and left her? God, I had never cried like this before. Threw all the beating, yelling, slapping and bruises. I had never cried like this.
"Yeah I am here."
"Would you like to hear the suicide note, the police faxed it to me." I thought for a moment.
"Sure." I don't really remember a lot of it but here's what I do remember.
"If you are reading this I am probably gone. Heaven or hell, what does it matter? I know I hadn't made much of myself. Maybe not the best role model. Maybe not the best mother. Maybe not the best sister. But whatever the matter, I just want to let Candy know that you didn't cause any of this. You running away, was maybe one of the bravest things I have ever seen. I know you probably called me a few rude names, but I don't care. IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT! (she went on about my dad and how he made it all possible, but I don't really remember most of it). Well I just wanna finish it off by saying bye, to all my family and my few friends. Bye, love you all! See you in a new life. xoxoxo." My aunt was crying she had been through most of the letter.
"Thanks Jean, but I think I am going to go now." I hung up before she could say anything. I cried and cried. I remembered how me and my mom would sneak out of the house and go on mini picnics. I used to love it as a kid, alone time with my mom without any yelling. The pictures went through my mind like a slide show. I knew I needed to get out of the house. I grabbed a few dollars and was only going to go to the gas station to buy a snickers bar. But I ended up walking for a really long time. If I had a wish, I would have wished to have a troubled teen there to help me through this or Mike. I realized I was on Oak Blvd which was Kyle's street (a very close friend of Mike's). I walked up to his driveway. I wasn't looking for anything I just really needed to talk to someone face to face. Kyle's family was never home they always worked and I think it really affected him. I knocked on Kyle's door and he answered.
We started talking and I told him about my mom. He seemed to really understand. I was just about to leave when he told me he would order a pizza for me. So I decided to stay. He poured me a ginger ale. That's all I remember. Black out!
