Chapter fifty-one
Matt
The moon seems to be my friend. The only real one, at that. I feel that I have some sort of surreal, unidentifiable super-power. I can see right through people. Nobody's real. Nothing feels real to me
It all feels so planned-out. Or maybe, that's not the right word. It all feels so......mmm....... superficial. I feel......fake. More specifically, like I don't have any real significance in the world. In my family. In my "friend group". I don't belong. The moon.....the moon does. It belongs in the sky
It's needed. Wanted. Everyone recognizes that it is there. No one denies its existence. Its importance
It just.......is
I hear a sudden, shrill noise coming from outside. I look up from my paper and place my pen down on the surface of my desk, looking outside my window curiously.
Although, this is pointless because my window faces a dainty little creek at which I stare out at for several hours each day.
My parents' cars and all of that nonsense is parked in the garage or outside in the cul-de-sac in front of the house.
Why would the car have gone off? I better go see what's wrong.
Ugh.....always some interruption of my writing, huh?
I stand up out of my chair and walk over to my room door.
I unlock the door, before feeling around in my pocket for my room key and walk out, taking a left.
I walk down that hall take another right, walk through the kitchen and living room, and make it to the front door.
I had always wanted my room to be at the back of the house on the lowest floor.
Provides me with open access to the front door of the house, to which I can leave the house, as I please, without anyone really noticing.
I pull open one of the tall, mahogany doors that leads to the small area, where the main exit of the house is located.
God, this house is big. There's room for everything. If I wanted to fucking breathe in a separate room, I could.
I un-bolt the front door and disable the alarm system so it won't sound off.
I step outside and see the familiar black limousine, parked right in front.
Weird.....I don't hear the car alarm anymore.
I scan the front lawn and cul-de-sac carefully, before turning my back to head back inside.
That's when I get a whiff of something.....off-kilter.
I contemplate, for a second, If I should investigate further. If it's worth my time.
Ehh.....why not? I decide to check things out a little bit more before going back inside.
I step out onto the front porch and walk down the front steps.
I examine the three cars we have parked outside the front. Dad's red jeep. Moms BMW. The black limousine......
No dents, marks, scratches.....on any of them.....
Then I see it.
On the gravel, underneath the limousine......
The tiniest red speck.....
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