I... Want To Be Remembered... Even, If Its In A Bad Way...
I walk down the school hallways staring at the ground, my backpack swinging in front of me after every stride. Another day, the same boring schedule. Kids walk past me in their cliques talking. Their voices sound distant, like everyone is shouting and I'm plugging my ears. A group of giggling girls wearing butt tight jeans and cropped tops run into me, knocking me into a set of lockers. Typical. I am practically invisible here. But no use telling myself things I already know, I look like a freak just standing against the locker scowling at nothing, for the girls have already moved on. Picking up my bag I continue onto my class. Then the next one and the next, till the day is over.
"You're home." My mom states, not even looking up from her book she's working on. She's always sitting there. Writing. Never moving. Me and my siblings cook for ourselves. We clean, shop, pay the bills. We are the adults of the household. I nod and continue on my way. I pass by the living room where my older sister is sitting on the couch in front of the TV, her eyes glued to a sappy teenage romance novel. She's addicted to those. I don't even need to look around to know that her books are littering the floor. She has a million. Literally. I head upstairs to where me and my younger brothers room is. We share one while my sister and mom get their own. We think its unfair but my mom says sister is bigger so she gets her own room. She doesn't change our minds.
"Welcome Home Olivia." My brother calls to me from our room. Olivia. That's my name. I Love My Name. I walk down the long hall to reach my brother. He smiles up at me with his big blue eyes and wide grin. "I Made The D And D Map." He leads me over to the table where there is a poorly rolled brown scroll tied up in a sloppy bow. I start to untie the ribbon but my brother stops me. "Wait... Lets Go To The Shed." I nod. The shed is our secret base. We found it when we first moved into the house. Only me and him know about it. We quickly walk downstairs and out the back door, making sure we don't make any noise. We don't want to be followed.
The grass is tall and scratches against my stomach. The dry grass crunches under my feet. I can barely see the tip of my brothers head poking out. Its funny. We run into the forest behind my house. It's lush trees hide us from the blazing hot sun and anything else wanting to cause us harm. We start to run, we feel free. We can do whatever we want here. It's our real home. It pays attention to us, protects us, hides us from the harsh reality. It listens. We make it to the shed. Dark green vines climb up its rusty metal walls and over the roof, tangling together. There is a hole in the trees canopy where the sun shines through, landing on the shed like a spotlight. Dust particles float around like feathers in the light. It all looks simply magical. We enter the shed. In the center is a small, round, wooden table. There are two small chairs and a bench. We sit on the bench together and roll out the map. We dive into our world, never to return to earth. Our amazing world where we can destroy the evils that torture us and make friends with the natives like Elves and Teiflings. Where we are loved.
We would love to never leave our world, but all good things have to come to an end and as the sun goes down we must return to reality. We roll up the map and sneak in through the back door, Through the kitchen where mom is engulfed in her work, past the living room where my older sis is still sitting on the couch, up the stairs and down the seemly never-ending hallway, to our room. We hide the scroll in a small hole in the wall and then lay down next to each other in our queen-sized bed...
"Why Can't We Stay..."
I know what he means. He's asking why can't we stay out there in the shed. Why can't we stay in our perfect world?
"We Can't Just Disappear..."
"Why Not?" He looks over at me. He looks so sad... Why can't we leave?
"They'll Look For Us..." I start to say.
"They Don't Care. We're Nothing Special." He snaps.
Were nothing special... It's true. If we weren't here, nothing would be different. It would change nobodies life. Nobody would notice... It wouldn't matter. We don't matter. I smile and look into my brothers eyes... Those big blue eyes.
"One Day We'll Get Out Of Here."
I look up at the ceiling and slide my hand into my brothers.
"I Promise." I will keep this promise. It will happen. We will leave. We'll live in our world where we can hurt those who ignore us. It will be a beautiful day... I promise.