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Where I don't belong

Sometimes, we are stuck in the dark for so long, we sometimes forget what the light looks like, what hope and love feel like. - Anand Thakur.

EVEREST'S POV

Confession: I think the scariest part now is that I am not afraid to die.

"I never thought that the day would come where THE Everest Finley would be asking for my services," He rasped out a deep chuckle before taking another hit from his blunt.

I honestly thought that I would never come here. I dreamt of me dying and never having to accept the reality of the world. But here I am buying weed and a beer, to allow me to sit down in this dirty basement and forget about everything.

Mikey Lecker, school stoner and low life, allows people to chill in his basement. The basement was full of stoners and drinkers. You enter through the garage and because his grandad has the late shift and needs to rest.

You smoke and drink, maybe even pop a few pills. But you never talk about your problems. This is not a shrink's office.

I handed him a fifty-dollar bill and grabbed the brown paper bag, the paper bag that holds the key to my well-sought after oblivion.

"Whoa, dude, what's with those scars on your arm," Some guy from behind me asked.

"I...my...I have a crazy cat," I lied, feeling really uncomfortable.

Mikey eyed me, his eyes full of knowledge.

"I want a cat, hahaha so cute and fat." Some girl with purple hair giggled on the old ratted couch, she continued to laugh and I struggled to see what was so funny about what I had said.

"I can cover that up for you." Mikey nodded towards my wrist.

He must have read my confused facial expression because he lifted his own sleeve to reveal a new set of sleeves -- one that was obtained in ink.

I looked back at him and he shrugged. "I had a cat too."

After a few hits from my blunt and a bottle of beer later, I looked like a different person.

My left arm was covered in ink, a sleeve design that was so intricate. I couldn't believe he did such a bada*s job, even though he was buzzed.

The girl with purple hair, whose name I later learned was Aurora, dyed my hair from its sandy brown color to the darkest level of black.

The rest of the night was a blur after another blunt and a couple of beers, only bits and pieces. The next morning when I looked in the mirror, I later learned that I had gotten ear piercings, a few of them. Wow, I don't even remember that happening at all. Then again, I couldn't remember too much about what had happened in the basement, and I honestly couldn't find it in me to care.

There wasn't too much that I cared about anymore.

After getting ready for the day, I treaded down the stairs and was met with my mom and my sister sitting at the large mahogany dining room table.

"Good morning Everest," Susan, Hadley's nanny, greeted me with a wary smile.

Hadley looked up from her breakfast and glanced at me, before quickly glancing back down and chewing on her toast like it was the most interesting thing in the world. My mother's gasp brought my attention to her.

"What have you done?"

I was out all night and she didn't even care to know where I was at.

No calls.

No texts.

Nothing.

Some people may find it weird that I wanted my mom to call me, but it would just show that she would care if I were gone. She hasn't made eye contact with me since before my attempts and avoids me at all costs. This is the first time that she is actually acknowledged me, and it is to scold me for my appearance.

I ignored her and grabbed an apple from off the dining table.

"Why would you do that to yourself? You look like some garbage punk. How will you go out in public now? Matter of fact, you will go nowhere until I call Dr. Marinzel."

Her plastic surgeon? No way.

"Your plastic surgeon? F*ck no," I laughed in response, as she let out another gasp.

I have never ever cursed before, I felt that the notion was completely unnecessary, but this time is the time for changes, and I am loving every single bit of it.

"The way you are acting is like a person who does not belong in this family," Susan chimed in quietly.

Funny how I don't remember anyone asking for her damn opinion. I decided to ignore her, she wasn't really worth my words.

I grabbed my hoodie and walked towards the front door.

"Where are you going?!" My mother screeched.

"To another place I don't belong." I answered, shutting the door behind me.