Walking Disaster;4

The windows were flung open the warm summer air filling the house. I grabbed the shoe and stared at Stephanie. "Eat shit." She grinned. I could have thrown the shoe at her, I could have fucking killed her. Right there, on the floor, I would have ran.

But as I glare at her my neck throbs reminding me. 16 more days, just sixteen. I place the shoe down and I brush past her, stepping into the kitchen.

"Mom left." She announces her voice acidic, "Conference in Livingston?" I ask. Stephanie surprisingly answers with a soft "Yeah."

I grab a bottle of water and a bag of cheeto’s. Walking out I step up the stairs, last nights Mount Everest. My heart soars, Mom is gone. Steph is probably off to another orgy. Then I realize the house is mine, im home alone. For a few hours; I am free.

Plopping down on my bed I click on tunes and blare 3 days grace. " I could be just like you..." I hum before pluuging my precious red Stratocaster into the small Fender amp. I strum for a second instantaneously get used to the edgy light nots it riffs out. I click over and replay the song playing again. Im no longer Joon the walking disaster. Im Joon the rockstar. The untouchable runaway. 16...16... The song ends and I find myself singing on my own.

"Sixteen, Sixteen, The seventeen runway, Run, Run, make it out, break the chain, get away." My voice edges agaisnt the guitar loosing it in the riff. "You’ve kept it chained up so long, your waiting, waiting....Just let it explode, the night before your on your own."

I sigh and set the guitar down, pulling the pug from the jack. I plop onto my bed once again. I take a sip of water, the icy liquid runs down my raw throat, the door creaks open. Stephanie stands there in her sluttiest outfit yet, her face contorted with indignation. "Your screaming, shut the fuck up you freak." She wouldn’t understand of course. Stephanie, Stephanie, has it all.

In the shower I examine my wounds more closely. Steam rises as the boiling rain hit my cold bruised skin. I watch leaning agaisnt the shower wall as the steam rises and escapes through the cracked window. I wish vaugley as I run my fingers over the bruise on my jaw again as the warm plastic shower wall suction cups my back, that I could vaporize and escape with the steam. "Just sixteen more days." I mutter letting the water sooth the purple ache.

I open my window and stare outside, its dark now. The streetlamp outside is broken, so if I crane my neck I can get a good veiw of the stars. Its warm outside, only a few degrees colder than earlier. I realize that this will no longer be my room anymore. In sixteen days I’ll be hitting the road a highschool graduate, applying for college on my own in Boston. I’ll have Kelly and hopefully we’ll get a dog. Sixteen days. If you havent been beaten, and now are planning your escape, you would have never realized or understood the hope and happiness that hasnt rushed through your veins since you were fifteen. I am alive. My thoughts are interuppted by the buzzing of my phone. I pull it from my pocket.

"Hey Kells." I say sliding down to sit near my window letting the summer smell fill my room and senses. I love summer. Maybe because I love the being near the water, or maybe just because I know this summer I won’t be home.

"Hello there, whats up? Any new bruises?" I can hear her smile over my Razor, "Nah, I was ambushed by a shoe however." A moment of scilence passes between us.

"Im building a pipe bomb and im blowing your house up." Kelly states, her voice a serious as a fat mans heart attack.

"Kelly, at least let me get my stuff out." I counter grinning.

"Im moving into my garage for the next to weeks to build it." She says, I hear her rummage around in her drawer.

"Dude just buy one."

"Where?" Kelly’s voice could get no more serious. I was beggining to worry she was actually pondering it.

"Internet."

" How would it get through airport security?" I can hear the slam of the drawer and muttered swears.

"They’d shove it up some spanish chicks butt and send her to you." I laugh leaning harder agaisnt my wall. Her voice breaks into the laugh, my whole body aches as we laugh. Another swoosh of warm summer air slinks into my room. I realize im happy; even it’s short lived.