Lost Feeling
By: Enja
I cried while packing my stuff, it hurt. Deep inside it really did. Did my aunt really care about me? No, she couldn’t. She could though; she’s way overprotective of me. But if she really cared about me, she would let me make my own decisions, right? I mean, unless it was dangerous. It was official, no one really cared for me, I had a lost feeling, and my one true love, died.
A knock came to my door. Behind it was no other than my aunt. “Ashy, can I come in?” I did not answer. I was fed up with my aunt! “Ashy, you have a visitor too.”
“Who is it?” I snapped.
“Just let him in, please?” She talked in an extra sweet voice. I rolled my eyes.
“Fine…”
The door opened, quietly and Gary stopped in front of me. We stared into each other’s eyes. Then he turned around and closed the door.
“Why are you here?” I said, feeling uncomfortable. “Come to insult me?”
“No. I came to apologize.”
“Well, that’s a change. Let’s call the Genius Book Of World Records.” I didn’t sound one bit enthusiastic. Gary’s attitude didn’t change one bit. It stayed sympathetic.
“I understand your reaction, I have been a jerk to you all these years. Since we were small kids.” I nodded. It was true, Gary was always a showoff, and it bugged me. When we were younger he liked to hurt me, emotionally and physically.
Flashback
“Hey Ashy-dork!” I looked up to meet Gary’s sneering face.
“What do YOU want, Gary?” I scoffed as threatening thoughts for Gary ran through my eight year old brain.
“Oh, I just came to bother you…and…”
“And what?”
“And…”
“And?!?!?!?” I was getting very frantic and annoyed.
“AND THIS!” I watched as Gary reached his hand over my head, I then realized what he was doing. I confirmed I was right when I felt my hat being lifted off my head.
“HEY! GIVE THAT BACK!”
“Not in your dreams, Loser!”
“I AM NOT A LOSER!” Before I finished that, Gary had run off carrying my hat in his grubby fists. I immediately started after him.
“GIVE ME BACK MY HAT!” I could hear Gary snort up ahead. My rage grew and grew after that. I swear, my face was probably red as a rose. Since I was a very fast runner, I caught up with Gary after a few minutes. I tackled him to the ground. “Give…me…my…hat…” I breathed as I got off him.
“No way!” Gary sneered, as he stood on his feet.
“Give IT!”
“NO!”
“YES!”
“NO!” When he said this, I felt a sharp pain run through my body.
“OUCH!!!” Gary had punched me in the stomach. It felt as something was going to come out. My lunch? No. Blood came hurling out of my mouth. I leaned over in pain. Tears leaked out of my eyes. I couldn’t stand anymore. I fell over, clutching my stomach.
I peered out of my eyes to see Gary watching me with a look of horror on his face. He dashed away, leaving the hat on the ground by me. About an hour later, May, Gary’s sister found me, curled up on the ground. I was still clutching my stomach.
We continued to stare at each other. “Well, I came to say I’m sorry, Ash. This must have hurt you greatly, huh?” Once again I nodded. “There are no more words to express how sorry I am. Good-bye, Ash.”
I watched exit my room and close the door behind him. I busied my attention back to my packing again and continued it.
A/n- no words from me, I just need reviews.