Friend Without Time

Chapter 6

                                It's true I am dead,

                                I have officially succeeded in killing myself and now I don't know where I am.

                                Some kind of magical, so either I am in heaven or this is all in my head,

                                But heaven doesn't have witches, and why are they looking at me like some sacrificial lamb?

"So Benji, are you looking forward to the party today?" Mrs. Esther Nakamura, Pinky's mother asked me.

"Sure am, Mrs. E. I haven't had your delicious food in a while so I am looking forward to that for the most part," I said to her.

"I do wish you come over more often though. And bring your parents along as well, they haven't come over in quite a while. So let your parents know that." she said to me and smiled at me, through the rearview mirror. I smiled back and nodded at her, and that concluded the conversation.

Then, an awkward silence filled the car that we both were riding on. Pinky was in her head thinking about something serious I guess. I don't know what she was thinking about, but I guess it must have been eating up in her mind about everything. I, on the other hand, had my own set of thoughts that I need to think about most of them being about avoiding the situations ahead of me. First, was how to avoid my friends from knowing that I am going to be hanging out with freaking Tayler? I guess I will just sneak out of my room late at night since I am pretty sure that is when he might want to hang out at all. On top of that, I am a night owl so that wouldn't concern me. So I guess if things do fall into place then, that will be okay on my end. But I can already picture Pinky and Steven interrogating me about a lot of things if everything does happen. So that was something I needed to think about, and as I was thinking about that, I was tapped on the shoulder by one of my interrogators;

"What has gotten your head in a bunch?" Pinky asked me. I almost lost my cool, but fortunately saved myself.

"I could ask you the same question girlie," I said to her, and she gave me a very confusing look, before saying;

"Well, it was one tough meeting at the Physics club today," she said to me, and now it was my time for me to look back at her with confusion.

"How is physics club tough? All we do in sit there, talk about the school's decathlon, and order nerds around." I said and laughed slightly. Pinky laughed along with me but then said;

"Well it would be if you had Randall in the meeting today," she said to me, and when I heard that name I immediately eye-rolled. A little bit of a backstory, Randall was this really annoying kid who was a try-hard who liked to kiss up to the teachers and was overall rubbing everyone in class and clubs the wrong way. And unfortunately, he was in the Physics club with the both of us. And I guessed today he decided to act up resulting in giving Pinky a bad day. Anyways, back to the story;

"What happened this time?" I asked her.

"I will tell you about it when we get home, right now it seems like you have your own s**t to deal with at the moment," she said to me. Well, I am stunned, I never thought that Pinky was the sentimental type or the type of person that was aware of situations and things around her, but I am glad that she was today because, in all honesty, I needed it real bad that it truly made the difference overall.

When we finally arrived at her house, my mom parked the car into the garage and we picked up our stuff and made our way into the house. But as we opened the door and into the house, we were all of a sudden blinded by the bright lights that filled the room, or at least Pinky and I were. After almost going blind, I rubbed my eyes and looked to see the entire living room is decorated with so many lights of all sorts and to think that was not enough, there were a bunch of white flowers all over the living room and the staircase. All I could say my Wow, Mr. Nakamura really did outdo himself this time. But than Pinky asked her mom;

"Mom, sorry to ask but why is our living room looking like a wedding reception? Is somebody getting married here?" she asked and before her mother could even answer. Her father came down the stairs and said;

"Well that culprit would be, I know you both said that we didn't want to go big for this birthday but I just couldn't do it. The lighting in this house wasn't great so I went overboard with the lighting, then after that was done it reminded me of our wedding day and so I went ahead and bought some white flowers for decoration and this happened," he explained and I and Pinky just looked at each other because I didn't know anyone whose husband was still so in love with them after eighteen years. But Mrs. Nakamura just smiled and went to hug him;

"Oh honey, you know that I can't stay mad at you. And I sort of knew that this would happen so I am not all too surprised but I love what you did to the place," she said to him and they both started acting lovey-dovey which immediately grossed Pinky because she said;

"Okay, mom and dad gross. We do not need to see this. Just call us down the party is about to start." and with that, she grabbed me on my wrist and dragged me up to her room.

In her room, all we did was just lie down on the bad next to one another in silence. None of us spoke, I guess because I am guessing both of our days weren't the greatest, resulted in us being exhausted.

"So do I have to start talking this time or you?" I asked her, as I kept staring at her ceiling.

"It wouldn't kill you to start it once in a while," she replied to be in a sarcastic manner. After that answer, I sat up on the bed and asked;

"Well then, tell me about Randall then," I said to her, and she sighed and got up as well and said;

"He was being such a b***h today in the meeting," she said, starting off the conversation.

"When isn't he one?" I said back, and that conversation went on for quite a while because it was a full-blown rant. I mean Randall wasn't the easiest today and at the club with all of these suggestions and going back Pinky's back to create extra s**t was out of line. I mean, if I was there I would have done something to him but on the other hand, Pinky wouldn't so I would say it was his lucky day.

"So are we going to have to do those 3 extra tournaments this year?" I asked her.

"I mean, it was already approved by the school board, so I am guessing we have to," she said to me.

"That little b***h, why is he pulling this s**t on us this senior year, we have college applications and essays coming up. We don't have the f*****g time for this s**t!" I said out loud my frustration.

"Exactly! I think we are going to have to do some talking with him and the school board about this." I said to her, and she nodded. And right after that decision came to play, we heard somebody screaming from downstairs. It was Pinky's dad and that was the cue for getting our asses down there because the party was about to start.

And at the party I had quite a lot of fun. I mean her parents sure do know how to party. The house was filled with laughter, a lot of good food, and a lot of alcohol, which I and Pinky kindly declined because we weren't the slightest bit tempted to drink alcohol. So we just stuck with food and water and with the usual photo-taking because honestly, the place looked amazing. And this went on for about an hour or two until all of the guests had left and I announced that it was time for me to go. Mrs. Nakamura did offer me to stay but I couldn't and I said that I should get home asap, and like that, I said my goodbyes, grabbed my things and started back to my house. Pinky and I lived only 3 blocks away, ever since we started preschool and it was something that I always grateful for because it was constant. And soon enough, I finally got back home. My home was somewhat stable always, because of the internal turmoil that happened in it, and while I have always considered this place home. I have never really felt safe there, and the only comfort I found was to tell myself that one day I will leave this place and never come back. And now I was only one year away from achieving that goal and I plan on keeping it under control. And with these thoughts, I walked towards the front door and opened it, but as I walked in I heard voices. It was mom and dad in the dining room, so I decided to go tell them I was back and good night but then I heard one sentence that made me stop;

"How could you not get your promotion!" it was my mom. It was very clear that she was angry, and that was never good.

"I don't know! Honey, sometimes things just don't work out as we plan it to." that was my dad. He sounded so sad right now.

"That's bull s**t, Daniel! The answer is crystal clear, you didn't work hard enough. If you try hard enough you would've gotten your bonus." Why is she talking down to him!

"What are we going to do! We don't have enough funds to pay for an ivy league school! What should we do?" that was what she was stressing about? So we weren't broke.

"Than don't send him there! There are far better options anyways. Those universities aren't always for everybody."

"No! No no no, this is not happening again. I am not settling for second best just because of your f*****g laziness. I am so close to getting some type of validation and I am not going to let that go just because of this shit." Mom...

"What are you going to do? We can't afford it, we need to think about us as well!"

"I will sell the house if I have to! I am not going down without a fight!" That was the final straw, I couldn't take it anymore. I run-up to my room, locked the door, and went to the corner and just sat there crouching as I let the tears fall. Why is she even doing this? I don't know if I even want this. Then as I cried, I could feel myself gasping for breath, so I immediately got to my bed and opened the top drawer on the bedside dresser. Took out 3 pills of barbituates and chugged down with the water bottle on the side. After that, I could feel myself feeling lighter and easier to breathe and my eyes begin to close and I was fully asleep.

"Are you sure this is the boy?"

"He doesn't seem like a warrior. Look how skinny he is, there is no chance he is going to be able to do anything."

"But he is cute though."

"Evangeline, you think everyone is cute."

"Will you guys just shut up!"

"I am hungry."

What is with all of the chatter? Who was in my room? So I opened my eyes, and the sun was beaming right onto my face. Did I leave the curtain open? So I got up and realized I wasn't in my room, I was in a forest. Very beautiful forest to be exact but how? I remembered going back home, there is no way possible. Then I heard a sound from the back and I looked back to see 6 beautiful girls looking back at me.