I got up, clutching the flag and the letter in one hand, and the mail in the other. I slowly got up, watching the plants shrink and disappear back into the sidewalk cracks again. I started home, trying to keep my mind on something else than the... Thing in my hand. I decided to let my mind wander about Lucifer.
'Hey Lucy?' I asked as I watched my feet hit the pavement.
Don't call me Lucy.
'Whatever Lucy.' I heard him growl, and I sighed. 'How did you do that thing with the plants? I couldn't touch them, but I smelled them, and I saw them. Wait- Is it magic?'
Hahaha, No. Its called illusions Eva. Not magic.
'Well isn't that basically like magi-'
No magic. Just illusions, Eva.
'Sooo... You can have a dog appear right now?'
Techinally, yes. Now stop asking questions.
'Sooo, could you? Make a dog appear right now.'
'Aww, come on, please?'
No. Stop asking.
'Pfft. Fine. You stink.'
Offff course I do.
I reached my front door and opened it. I still had to get to work. That would take my mind off things.
I felt guilty as I stuffed the flag and letter into my work backpack. I should feel something, but I don't. Is there something wrong with me?
You're just in shock. Trust me, you'll feel awful in a few hours. Good luck, Lucifer interrupted and I rolled my eyes.
Lucifer was right. I felt sick. I felt disgusting, horrible, anguish, miserable...
I called to a taxi that was on the sidewalk and hopped in.
"The high school, please." I told the taxi driver, and he nodded. It was a pretty small town, everyone knew where the high school was, so I wasn't worried he'd drive me to the wrong place.
As I watched the colors whirl past the car through the window- the realization hit me.
Dad was really gone.
He would never, be back.
I'd never see him again.
I'd never hear him again.
I'd never touch or feel him again.
He really was gone...
I held back the tears as the pit of sorrow and heartache grew in my stomach. It was pretty early in the morning- I worked a graveyard shift, and then another shift after school. Both at the local diner.
The taxi driver drove up to the school parking lot and I handed him the money I owed him. I nodded him a thanks and got out. He drove off, giving me a wave, and I collapsed on the ground. I could feel the lump in my throat- a sign that I was going to cry.
I tried taking deep breaths, and tried to watch the morning sun rise.
I took another deep breath, and that was when I started to weep.
I got through school fine- I guess. I didn't dare speak to anyone, or raise my hand, because I knew I would start to cry again.
Yet, if I was being honest- I was on the verge of crying all day.
I stepped down the steps to the school, clutching the letter in my hand. I should read it, I really should. I mean, what if it says that he didn't really die?! Maybe this was all just a sick, cruel joke. That makes sense right? He didn't die, why would he do that-?
A dogs bark interrupted my thoughts. I glanced up, making sure the coast was clear- a guy had stepped out of the way- and slowly continued on.
"Hi," I glanced back up and saw the dude with the dog offered me slight smile.
"Hello," I resorted back to my waitress voice, which was hard, but doable. I slowed down to a stop, which wasn't hard because I wasn't going very fast.
"What's your name?"
"Eva," I replied.
"Im Shard," I noticed his smile grew.
He's the blind kid Eva.
I nodded and glanced down at the dog, I didn't know what to say.
"Well... Erm..." My voice cracked a bit and I coughed. I kinda felt bad for him, I was pretty sure I saw him sit alone at lunch today. "What kind... What kind of breed is your dog?"
"German Shepard,"He replied quickly. I looked at my phone, trying to distract myself from the dog giving me a death stare.
"Whats her name?"
"Oh..." I reached my hand towards her for her to sniff it and she growled. I quickly took a step back and checked the time.
"She doesn't like new people." Shard remarked and I nodded.
"Well, I have to go to work soon; maybe we'll hang out later? Do you have a phone number? I'll call you after work if you want."
He nodded, "Sure." He gave me his phone number and I soon started walking away. "Where do you work?" He asked and I turned back around.
"Oh, at the local diner. I'm a waitress. You can come visit me or, ya know, come eat there if you want."
He smiled again and I continued to walk off. I felt kinda guilty for just leaving him, but I couldn't be late for work again. I liked his smile, he looked cute when he smiled.
I hoped he came over to the diner, it'd be nice to talk him more. Or maybe I should surprise him tomorrow; I could sit next to him at lunch or something.
]That would be nice.