3 hours of sleep. This amount became the only part of his life that was even remotely close to routine, the fact that he woke up at 4 am didn't surprise him one bit even though he went to sleep around 1. He was up now and would before the rest of the day. Breakfast first, skipping the shower. Mathew had built a sort of admiration in cooking and enjoyed the rare moments that he actually got to do so. Mommy did not get to do everything for him which was perfectly fine by him, in-fact he found it relieving. Back to his room. 4:32 a.m. He played games , a normal start to his normal day. 4:54 am he stretched walking into his room from the bathroom hearing a slight stir down stairs and new his father was also awake. Mathew released a small chuckle at this fact, reason being that his father-despite how often he tried to convince himself other wise -shared all the features , such as the irregular sleeping pattern , that he pretended to be so irritated with. his eyes, as per usual, concentrated on the sidewalk directly a crossed the street from their house. The light against the typically dim concrete made it pop in contrast to the dark surroundings.His focus was unwillingly snatched by the bright outside world. Within the bright splash of color stood the girl.Though it was only Mathew in the room his surprise was clear carrying with it the peak of his interest. When had she arrived? How long had she been there? when did she get there? How did she get there? Why now?Why this early?The amount of questions was over whelming and hardly ever did this happen in one day much less about one topic.Only when she was present.
The suspense of the moment drew out almost too much and he no longer believed in his earlier conviction that she was different but now he thought her mentally ill;insane. Seemingly almost the minute he had decided to let go of his inquisitions and carry on a conspicuous car strolled slowly up letting a small squeak out to show it'd stopped.The same vehicle from before. She got in and the car sat there for another few minutes. the blonde boy in the front took off the other Arrangement left him to question more and more. Who was this new guy driving her around? Perhaps a new love interest? He hoped it was, this one seemed more respectable, But the thought also left behind a small remnant of disgust that she went through relationships so quickly. Matthew took too much time to think about everything, or so he thought, and decided to move on.
6:20 a.m. normal people were asleep or possibly getting ready for school. The fact that he was neither of those things came to no surprise but the thought to him was amusing for the moment. He did, however, have to do some actual work today. 6:54. Matthew head finally giving in to the small neck of responsibility at the back of his head, he always connected this future to his father. He exited his game and let his monitor rest. 12:26. He hadn't eaten since he woke up and now his stomach was beating him up over it. When he got to a spot he felt he could stop he exited out of the school browser. School was easy and he was far ahead. His mother always tried to convince him that he was smart enough that school wouldn't be hard. He already knew that. That was not the "problem". No one understood the "problem".
His dad was gone today at work and his mother had left with his aunt to lunch, or so the note on the fridge said. She already prepared his lunch. That was his mom for you. 1:02. Lunch was over and the doorknob jig and pausing a moment when it was slightly ajar. Matthew was at the top of the stairs already and could hear his laughing and saying her goodbyes as she entered the house leaving the outside world behind. He was back to his computer screen. No, Matthew sat his desk but his eyes were peering out behind the screen at the vacant lot. That girl. The events that occurred in the past few days we're slowly spinning through his mind. They weren't Vivid and he couldn't distinguish exactly what happened but the small things he now put more thought into were making sense.
She was there the first day happily singing dancing and stand perfectly expressing herself openly and freely without a single care. Then she left. Nothing strange, nothing abnormal. When was the second time again? The next day? The next day she was closer? She was. She talked to his dad, she was- no wait she wasn't happy. She was hurt, physically hurt. What happened? Maybe a fight at school? She didn't come across as as someone to get in a fight, but then again she was with that guy. Guys. There were two. But one was the opposite of the other. What were they to her? Why did she suddenly show up? Would she be there every day now? Maybe just the rest of the school year? The school year... What day was it? When did school start? August 31st 1:17 p.m. there were too many thoughts too many questions he felt an overwhelming pressure in his chest persuading him to write. Write everything down, as if she was a puzzle piece or a mystery and if he wrote everything down his answers will come, everything would make sense. So he did. He gave in to the impulse reaching over to the extended section of his desk and grabbed an empty notebook from the stack. His mom was hopeful every year that he would go back to school or maybe she wanted to pretend that he was "normal", he wasn't sure but she bought school supplies for him every year and it always pulled up. He began to write as fast as the thoughts came to him. Soon the words were running along the page. with in a moment three pages were full with his thoughts, what he remembered, and questions. Looking back you surprised at the way his words slurred. His penmanship was neat and clean even though he'd rushed and there were notes written in the margins. The pressure was gone, instead relief washed over him. His pencil sat Loosely in his hand on the notebook 1:34 p.m.
Matthew set the book aside, sure he wasn't going to use it again. His Focus was ripped away by the girl. She was walking quickly. Over to her spot. Was it already that time? He didn't see the usual crowd of kids walking past before though.
Matthew watched carefully and slowly he could feel the tension tightening in his chest and reached for Comfort, finding it now in the notebook. Eventually another page had built, full of inquiries and narrations. At first she seemed normal then he noticed her pacing;she wasn't normal something was wrong, she was... worried? Yes worried. there was always something different, little things that he was sure amounted to more.
When he glanced down the page seemed too redundant. She. She. She. Her. Her. Her. The repetition irritated him slightly. A name would fix that and he sure as hell wasn't going to ask her. A random name should suffice, but what? what name could you possibly give her? Matthews imagination wasn't very Vivid. He needed something fast so he picked the only thing he found consistent in seeing her. The park. 'Parker' he jotted on the top of the page and from there on adressed her as so.
Parker looked more eager to leave as time went on; in the beginning she was pacing and checking the time frequently estimating when her ride should come to calm the worries of being left and now it seemed as though everything she did was with a poutty scream of "it should be here!" It wasn't. And it wasn't even until another 23 minutes past that it even showed. At this point she had practically given up. There was a small piece of him that felt... disappointed. Why? she had not sang or dance or Drew or did any of the normal things he had seen her do in the past. Were those normal things? He realized that he only thought these things were normal but she only ever did each of these things once.
Today she spent half her time pacing and the other half releasing little bits of pent-up rage that he assumed grew from her rides punctual absence. the same truck from before, A sigh of relief. 1:57 p.m. he took note of both details.
2:12 p.m. nothing. The car hadn't moved. 5 minutes ago it was on. All Matthew could see was the driver in the front seat, more a figure, but he assumed it was the same guy who drove the truck before. More notes. More questions. 2:15 p.m. Parker got out of the car shouting at the person. The thug looking guy who followed after her confirmed Matthews assumptions. The same guy. The latch on his window was off so Matthew cracked it allowing him to hear better. The emotions spoke more at this point. Balled Fists, dramatic hand movements, and there was a space between the PDA offenders. How long have they been going out? How often did they fight? Why were they fighting? His world shook watching the two argue, interpreting it all in slow motion.
"You fucking prick!!" The words rang with a sad undertone coated with an unwanted rage. Her fist turned loose, rose, and slapped him across the face as soon as he touched her. But his hand only gripped her wrists harder jerking her back. Perhaps he was the reason for her wounds. He had enough at this point, her hand had wiped the cocky smile from his face replacing it with a glint in his eyes that gave mathew chills.
one of his hands now held a large chunk of her hair to hold her close to his face and through gritted teeth he spoke. There was no sound. Matthew could only catch his lips move and her face cry in agony. The windup of his left hand was slow, or was it? He didn't loosen his fist in fact they looked tighter. After throwing her to the floor he didn't look back.
"Stupid bitch..." the first time he'd actually heard the guys voice and he sounded just as stupid as he looked. His words ended the arguement, or maybe the two cracks to the face already did the job?
Matthew wasn't sure about anything, watching Parker for only a few days, at that only a few hours at a time each day, and he had already seen her in so much pain. He couldn't do much, his mouth hung open and his eyes were glued out the window stuck open with shock. Everything was still until she hurled her body up coffee. There was blood on her lips,nlse,and eye which looked already swollen shut. He didnt document the actions even though they seemed the most important he was sure he would never forget, however he wrote the date and time.
She shook trying to rid herself of blood but becoming more caught in her sorrow Parker let out a lugubrious scream. Her hands clung tightly to her stomach and chest. All that was audible now were small cries here and there. The scene was hard to watch but Matthew wouldn't stop. He couldn't stop.
2:31 p.m. the other car pulled up and she looked relieved finally, but the car turned off too fast. Within seconds the driver was out, slender blonde man stood. He wore jeans and a plaid shirt.simple. Matthew grew tired of not being able to see so he rolled over to herself as fast as he could finding an old pair of binoculars and watching the soap opera outside the window. The face of the man resembled Parker's. Maybe it's a relative? He was angry but also sad, genuinely sad. Parker melted into his chest and he held her softly then pulled away saying something. She was whispered back.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" his back turned to her and he angrily kicked the back of his car. "Get in!" 2:36 p.m. they were gone. She was gone.
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