Blackout

thinking back on that night in the parking lot, i realized that the entire night started out incorrectly. sitting in the car with my sister Ahna, my cousin Faith and our bestfriend Marcus while trying to play “lookout” wasn’t the best idea. it was the only way to keep tabs on that evil bastard Romelo. he was in the store looking down the damn cosmetic isle. i always knew his ass was a little “bi-curious”. i don’t care what he is, or what he does, as long as he stays away from my sister and keep his hands to himself. you see, Romelo was dating my sister, until she’d had enough of his physical and verbal abuse. he’s been doing all kinds of crazy things ever since. he’s been stalking her, sending her threatening messages, the whole nine yards. we’ve just been trying to keep tabs on him while he believed he had tabs on us. the whole stakeout thing wasn’t even the worst part of the night. it was actually sort of fun. but when i looked across the street and seen Him, i knew i was in for a very weird ride. i knew that i somehow knew this guy, but i couldn’t recall where or how i knew him. and the only thing i can remember is being at his house one late night with my cousin Faith. he snuck us in because his parents were asleep. we were in his bedroom talking and laughing when all of a sudden, my cousin Faith said she’d be right back. although i knew what the heifer was doing, i didn’t feel at ease about the situation. but we continued to talk, when i heard his mother coming down the hall, calling his name. so i played sleep on the floor while he tried to handle the situation. he had told his mother that he did have company but that it was his guy friends and that they were in the garage. so his mother apparently believed it because she just said okay and went back to bed. i asked what all that was about and he said his friends really were there and that’s where Faith was, talking to his friends. once that conversation leaned towards an end, that’s all i can vaguely remember. i do remember being awakened by his mother, and she asking what i was doing there. and i couldn’t give her an honest answer because i wasn’t sure myself how i’d gotten there. she asked where her son was, and i couldn’t tell her that either because again, i didn’t know. after that, i remember her driving me home, i didn’t ask for a ride, and i don’t remember her offering a ride, but there we were, driving down Highway 69, as silent as a mouse. i honestly wasn’t sure what was going on, but i just knew something wasn’t right. i do remember his mother saying that she needed to find her baby, and that she feared something may have happened to him. that kind of worried me because he was just there the night before, along with his friends in the garage, which of whom i never met, and my cousin Faith. oh my god, Faith! where’s Faith? i asked his mother if she’d seen another girl named Faith, and she said she had, and that she’d gone home last night. that didn’t sound right because i know Faith wouldn’t just leave me like that. so i sat in even more silence as we pulled up to my house. i thanked the woman and went in the house to face my parents. luckily they were still asleep. so i crept into my bedroom and took a nice hot shower before getting into my bed. as i laid in bed, i tried to figure out what happened the previous night, and why i couldn’t remember. strange thing though, once i got into the shower, i noticed blood was washing off of my body as the water hit my skin. i panicked and thought that i’d be wounded somewhere because it was alot of blood. it was really weird but i just hurried and got out of the shower. i’ve never been one to blackout before, but this was the first time, and i didn’t even know what caused it. the guy was still heavy on my mind, i wondered what had happened to him and why his mother couldn’t find him. i hope she found him safe and sound, and soon.

so as the day went on, Faith finally got in touch with me and apologized for leaving me, her excuse was that her mom called and said she had to be home at a certain time. i just blew it off because i know my cousin. i asked her questions about last night and what happened to me, and what happened to the guy. she said the last time she’d saw me i was perfectly fine, and that i was sitting around talking to Chris, which is the guy’s name. i asked her was he fine and did she happen to see him leave or go somewhere but she insisted she hadn’t. so i was at a complete lost as to what really went down and what was really going on with this Chris guy. i got up and got dressed and prepared for a night out again with Faith. we went into the city and had dinner, and the weirdest thing happened, i spotted Chris ! he was walking right outside of the restaurant we were sitting in. i jumped up and ran outside to talk to him, but as soon as i got to the door, he was nowhere in sight. now i knew that seemed pretty weird, but i figured maybe he’d seen me as well and wanted to avoid talking to me. so i brushed it off and went back to the table.

once dinner was over we headed over to the movie theater to catch a good movie before going home. when we got into the theater and sat down, i looked down a few seats ahead of us, and there he was again ! he was sitting alone, but he was definitely there. i told Faith i’d be right back, and i went down there to try and talk to him. once i reached the row he was sitting in, i looked into the face of someone completely different. i KNOW this was Chris, i just don’t get how he’d gotten away this time. anyway, that’s when i got a call from his mother, crying hysterically. i tried to calm her down as best i could but it wasn’t working. i asked her what was wrong, and she explained that they’d found Chris…but he wasn’t alive. this threw me for a complete loop. i couldn’t believe this, especially since i’ve just seen him twice today. i tried to explain that to his mother, but she wasn’t having it. she said i was being inconsiderate of her feelings to lie like that. i didn’t know what else to say so i just ended the call. i returned to my seat next to Faith, and i told her what had just happened. she was completely flabbergasted.  she couldn’t believe it either, seeing as we were just with him last night.

we both wanted answers, and we needed to know what happened to Chris. we were about to leave the movie theaters when my sister Ahna called and explained the situation about Romelo. she told us where he was, and she said to meet her there as soon as possible. so Faith and i hurried to get out of the theater, and i called our best friend Marcus and told him we needed his help, so he agreed to go with us. and now that brings us to now, today. if i could go back in time, i’d definitely change those 2 days. as i sit here in my cell staring at the ceiling, i wonder how could i of all people commit a heinous crime such as murder. i can’t even remember killing Chris, i only remember laughing and enjoying the night. i seen him the night Faith and i were out, and i know i’d definitely seen him the night we did the stakeout with my sister. how i’m seeing him is beyond me. i’ve only seen him once since i’ve been in here, and everytime he has visited me, the only thing he ever says is “Blackout Raena Blackout”.

skhye’s heart to our eyes && minds

I was awaken by the loud thud of my sister’s brutally beaten body falling beside me on the ice cold floor of our torture chamber. I’m sick and tired of this same scenario every night. My sister is only 11 years old, and I’m only 15, and I can’t think of why we would deserve such unjustly behavior by a man that is supposed to protect us from things like this. No matter how many times we apologize for whatever it is that we may have done to our father, he still continues to beat us as if we’ve torn his life apart. As I scramble to my knees to try and save my sister from my father’s size 15 foot kicking her repeatedly in the stomach, a vague memory of when this all began came to me: the day my mother left us. It isn’t mine or Rhye’s fault that our mother couldn’t handle the responsibilty of being our parent. It just became too much for her, or maybe she couldn’t handle the beatings my father was bestowing upon her every night. Why she would leave us at the hands of this monster was beside me. My father became so enraged by my mother’s departure that he broke out all of the windows in our house, and cursed all pictures that she was in….my flashback is cut short as I feel his foot strike me in the side of the head this time. As I fall onto my back and slightly out of consciousness, I can hear Rhye’s frail little voice screaming “Daddy pleaseeee stop kicking Skhye. Pleaseee don’t kill her daddy, she’s sorry she has Mommy’s face ! We’re both sorry, just please daddy stop. I’ll do anything you ask, just please don’t kick her again”….after that was said, everything else went black.