Her Broken Bad Guy Angel

Late Hike

Peter POV:

I lay awake on the bed. My eyes hurts from staring too much at the bright lights of my cell phone. The whole house was as silent as a graveyard. Dad has traveled again on one of his business trips. I was mad at him. Mom died just two days ago and he has started traveling again, he could have stayed at home for a bit, it really hurts.

I however tried to reason with him, perhaps that was his own way of getting over grief but what about me? Nobody was thinking about me. I was as hurt he his. He assumed I could take care of myself with my persona. I looked fine to them but I was depressed, everything looked so bleak.

I watched the fan as it spin. The pain in my heart just won't end. The words that I find just don't seem to compare .

I was in my mom's room, lying on her bed. I covered my self with her sleeping blanket , her faint scent filled my nostrils as I tried to seek solace in it and imagine she was also with me. I knew it would fade away with time. I looked at the interior design of her room. It was really beautiful. I rarely come into her room and never noticed how beautiful it was.

It was painted white, a color that exudes serenity. I saw framed Poems hung on her walls. I knew she loved reading books, she wrote often but I never got to read them. A copy of her favorite book was still on the dresser, I remembered the book because she took another copy to the hospital. She often read it when she was alone in the hospital. I picked up the book and glanced throught it. she was particularly fond of Jane Eyre, the main character and the title of the book. I knew she loved the book so much, She often told me if she later had a daughter she'd probably name her Jane. I didn't share enthusiasm about books and rarely comment anything about it.

I noticed there were a lots of framed Poems hanging on her walls, I never knew she loved it that much. There was so much I didn't know about her. I felt a pang in my heart. I stood up and walked to her study table. I saw some scribbles on a note and picked. I recognized her handwriting, she was writing a poem . I picked one of the notes to read what she wrote.

She wrote :

'" Color in sky Prussian blue

Color in sky rose carmethene

Scarlet fleece changes hue

Wear your love like heaven

In my mind wrapped in

Don't know where to stop

And where I begin

Like I found myself

An imaginary friend '"

I read it with my mind but couldn't figure out what it meant. I never was a fan of poetry because of the same reason, I rarely understood them.

My eyes strayed to her dresser, there was a framed picture on it. I picked it up, it was a picture of the three of us. I looked at her, she had such a beautiful addictive smile. I saw how much I resembled her, I got my looks from her.

I knew how handsome I was, not just from the comments from people or girls who swarmed over me. I knew from my mother, she sang it to my ears, she complimented me at every chance she got, much to the distaste of my Father, who complained she was spoiling me and would make me an egocentric, he was right. No one has been brave enough to say it to my face but I knew was an egoist, I was fine with it. It's better to look down on people than to be looked down upon by people, I had always convinced myself. I always exude an aura of self importance, I let people know verbally and behaviorally I was better than them. I was richer, better looking and greater at sports, that was all that matters . Thinking back it all felt wrong, I've been so selfish and naive for far too long, probably why I have only one good friend. The good friend I have and trusted was Ralph, he was my childhood friend, we've been together for a long time and was the only one that probably understands me, the others probably acts nice just to get my favors. I've lived in a state of delusion for so long.

I tought about the girl I snapped at today, I tought I've seen her face before today. I knew she wasn't a senior, I would have seen her face before if she was. She looked quite concerned about be but I was too angry to care. Her intentions was probably pure but she had a pretty bad timing. I remember the look on her face, when I snapped at her. She looked so embarrassed and distraughted. I would probably try and make it up to her, if I was chanced to see her again I tought.

My toughts wandered off to my father again. Where could he be, I didn't bother to ask where he was traveling to over my anger. He could be at any part of the world. What could he be up to? I hoped he was okay. I was still angry with him but he's all I had now. I couldn't let anything happen to him. How I wished he was here, I needed him here, I needed someone to talk to. Someone who understood the pain I was feeling.

I started feeling cramped and confined like the walls were closing on me, I don't know what was wrong but I was struggling to breathe properly. I had to step out of the house. I checked the time on my phone, it was quarter after 11. I realized how long I've been indoor. I've stayed indoor since I got back from school. I surfed through Meme Twitter trying to find anything that could humor me, I found nothing till my eyes hurts. I had a lot of Direct Messages, I didn't open any, I wasn't in the mood to chat with anyone. I didn't need another flood of empathy. I sat alone in my room waiting for the dark, now it's dark I await the first ray of sunshine.

The room felt sucked of air and I could barely breathe. I stood up and walked to my room. I wore my hoodie , I knew it was quite cold outside, I put on my jogging sneakers and stepped out of the house.

I ran, feeling and embracing the rush of wind against my face. Starring at the street lights while I sprinted past them. I felt temporarily free of all worries and anxieties. I jogged when I was out of breath and ran when I was full of energy again. I ran in whatever direction my legs push me, I was starting to lose bearing and direction of where I was. I knew I couldn't possibly get lost. I can always find my way home.

Now I was walking, I was totally out of breath. I was trying to navigate my way back home. Every path I took look unfamiliar at night. I continued walking, trying to find a familiar route. I saw two figure from a distance, a guy and a lady. They seemed to be arguing, the lady seemed vaguely familiar but I couldn't pinpoint from where I knew her. I walked towards them.

The guy seemed to be intimidating the girl, now I knew why she looked familiar. They were exchanging words heatedly, I couldn't make out what they were saying. They didn't notice my presence till I was very closed to them.

"Is he harassing you" I asked with the coldest and harshest voice I could summon.

I stared at guy with my deadliest deadeye. I sized him up, I knew I could take him if push turns to shove.