I sat by the window, watching the lights go past my window sill. The golden specks lit up and flew by; some orange and purple, but most gold. Some had engines with eighty horse power, and some just zipped by without making a sound.
My name is Zach. I'm a 17 year old kid and I live in Chicago. I live with my mother, step father and younger sister; Lilac. Actually she is really my half sister.
My father is the reason why I am here, I was never intended to be in this world, yet here I am. My father (whom I have never met) had raped my mother and left her in the streets and ran off into the city, at least that's what she told me.
Ever since I was old enough to understand what had happened to my mother, she started to treat me differently, like I wasn't human, a lowly earth worm digging down into the bowls of earth to try to escape from everything. That was my life.
As I looked out the window, I could hear my 'family' laughing and having a good time. I just sat at my window and wonder what life would have been like if I wasn't born. 'Would my Sheryl be happy? Would my father have been caught? Would everyone be happy?'
That's what I always seemed to think
and strangely I felt that it was true.
I hear the door burst open; with my younger sister Lilac standing there with a doll in her left hand and the door knob in the other. She ran over to me and jumped in my lap.
Lilac seemed to be only friend, even though she is only four.
"Big brother, what are you doing?" she asked, looking out that window.
"Just watching the world go by
Hey, did Luke get you a new doll?" I asked, referring to the one in her hand. She looked down at the doll, puzzled to what I was saying, then realized to what I had asked.
"Yep! Daddy got me the new '*Barbara' doll!" she gave a big smile and pointed at the window and started to look at the sky.
"Hey Zach?" she asked, I mumbled in reply. "Why are there never any stars in the sky?" I gave her a hug and replied; "Because to much light can drown out another." I don't quite think she understood what I had said, but she didn't care, she kept peering out the window.
"Big brother! Big brother! Look in the sky!" she said, flailing her doll out the window. I crawled over and looked up at the sky to see a flashing red dot moving slowly across the sky. "Maybe it's an alien space ship!" Lilac said happily. I smiled, seeing this care freedom that lilac managed to possess. Lilac was always happy over the smallest of things.
I looked at Lilac; she still had her hand out the window. Other than that, she had her new doll out the window.
"Lilac, put you hand back in here or you'll fall out the window" I smiled and tried to pull her away from the open window. A cool breeze was flowing into the room. It gave a nice feeling to this old dank place I call a home.
"No I won't big brother!" she smiled confidently, I pulled her away from the window, as I did this, she lost grip of her doll and let it drop down the seven stories.
"Big brother! Loo- look wha-wh-what you did t-t-to m-m-m-my doll!" Lilac stuttered, she was just on the verge of tears.
"Shh, shh, don't cry, don't cry we'll get your dolly back" I said calmly. Tear drops were starting to form around the edges of her eyes; I knew I had to do something to stop her shrieking. I looked at my feet, I couldn't think of anything
Lilac started to scream, little whimpers at first, and then, it came. The shrieking, the screaming, the crying
Amongst the screaming that my younger sister was doing, I could hear faint foot steps, creaking up the stairs, getting louder and louder with every step they took.
Then they were here, the door swung open, revealing a women with deadly eyes, and wavy black hair. Standing behind her was a wimpy looking accountant with spectacles that covered half of his face, his hair combed over to cover an obvious bald spot.
The taller women started to scream at me, whereas the accountant walked calmly over to the crying child and took her out of the room.
"What did you do to make Lilac cry?!" the taller women screeched.
"I didn't do anything, Sheryl" I said quietly. The accountant spoke up.
"You shouldn't laugh at your children Sheryl" he said. Sheryl is my mothers' name. A nice name used for a vulgar woman. Sheryl looked at my step father and looked back at me, she started to walk towards me, until she stood within ear shot range and started yelling at me.
"I repeat, what the fuck did you do to make Lilac cry?!" she screamed.
"I repeat; I didn't do a thing!" I yelled standing up from my bed.
"I don't think it's nothing Zach! What the fuck did you do?! Tell me now!"
"I saved your stupid child's life from falling out the fucking window, that's what I did!"
"How could you let lilac near a window, especially an open one?!" Sheryl stomped over to the door and just before closing it she said in a cold voice; "Get out" and walked out of my room.
Everyday was like this; everyday a struggle, a fight. Sheryl would normally pick a fight with me. Sheryl thought of me as my father, cold and depressive. She was right to think that, after all I am a spitting image of him apparently. So that must be why she hates me to death, she doesn't see me as her son, but as her rapist.
I lied down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I see the strange patterns that the mildew had formed; one looked like an eagle and the other looked like a lamb. I found comfort in this. I rolled over on my bed and looked out the window. "Someday, I'll leave this retched place" and went to sleep.