I hang my clothes and myself through the clothesline, attempting to take my own life, even though I am taller than the clothesline. Thanks for the innocence. I didn't know how to commit suicide. Life is too short for me to tear it, so I'd better let it tear itself.
It's revolting. My clothes fell off the clothesline. I don't know why it wants me to repeat my work, but one thing is certain: the despicable ghost is there again, active and holding my clothes.
"Thank you!" I said, but I didn't expect a reply. It will be better if I remain silent, so that my father and Messy Sippy won't have a hunch that I'm such an insane boy. I get my clothes, which are floating in the air. Still, I could not touch her hands.
I'm grateful that my white uniform didn't get dirty. I mean, I'm grateful to the invisible ghost who indeed knows how to help me instead of giving me a headache. The sunlight hit my clothes, bed sheets, and blanket, and they are now ready to be used again.
I don't know if I still need to visit my grandmother to ask a lot of questions, because it seems that she was right, that the ghost isn't really the worst thing that happened in my life. I'll think about that first. If this ghost does something wrong again, I'll follow my plan.
There was someone who was always helping me with whatever I did. Someone who could almost be considered a heroine, but it seemed that I could not see that, as I couldn't see her.
Many things could happen at once. The ghost who was always annoying me unexpectedly changed into a helpful one. But I just felt uncomfortable that the cat got her tongue. I don't know if the ghost can really talk, because it seems that she's afraid to say something.
Time is fast if we rejoice. As I entered my house, I saw my mocker father, who's not a mocker anymore, and Messy Sippy, who's not messy anymore. They are both sitting and watching television. Messy Sippy's shank and Edward's thigh are both broken.
A crunchy sound filled the living room as they ate a cracker. It made my eyes blink, blink, blink, as I heard cracks from their mouths. I wondered if that wasn't just a cracker, but their teeth.
I attempted to sneak in, going towards my bedroom when my father caught me. His eyes were stuck on my face, which were both round, looked brooding, and almost surprised. His inexplicable face froze me for a while, and completely halted me before he could think that I didn't care about them, which is absolutely.
"Son, can we talk?" A serious voice came out of my dad's lips.
He didn't get a reply from me. I stepped one more time towards the door of my bedroom and opened it, trying to stop the unpleasant sound effect. I threw my backpack towards my bed. Three points! The upholstered couch pressed down as I sat on it, beside my dad.
Aunt Magdalene's throat made some noise as she sipped from a cup of cold coffee. I guess if that wasn't cold already, but was getting cold, as she just put it inside her big bag of messy things, she's a bit thrifty.
Edward's eyes were both stuck on Messy Sippy's chin. He might think that he has a childish girlfriend, although she's older than him. Hey, Edward, didn't you notice that I'm here beside you?
"Daddy!" I exclaimed, which made them focus their attention on anything else and turned to look at my face.
"Oh! Ezekiel, I thought that you wouldn't listen to me," Edward said.
"If that's what you want, then I'll go, dad," I replied, and attempted to stand up, but my dad immediately stopped me by gesturing.
"No-no! Listen for a while, son. I'll just want to tell you that—"
Edward's next words didn't completely surprise me. Perhaps he had forgotten everything about my mom. Maybe he doesn't love her anymore, or maybe he didn't really love her even once. They are now planning to get married, and I can do nothing to stop them.
"Don't worry, son; if you can't accept me as your new mother, I and your father can wait until..." Messy Sippy said.
"Of course I'm not. You can do whatever you want. You're both of age, and I can take care of myself. Alone," I interrupted.
"Thank you so much, son!" Messy Sippy jumped off the couch like a scalded cat. "Thank you for your understanding. This is the best gift you have given to me, Ezekiel!" Messy Sippy exclaimed in a very happy voice while holding my hands.
Honestly, after a long time of living under one roof, I just realized that Aunt Magdalene has cold hands. It's almost unimportant, but cold hands have warm hearts. So I stayed away from it before she could make my heart as hot as a magma.
"Welcome," I tried to say it normally, but it whispered itself.
"By the way, son, don't call Magdalene your aunt anymore, because she will be your mother soon, and most of all, don't call her Messy Sippy, if you don't want a punch," Edward warned.
What! How come he knew about it? It's so embarrassing, because I don't really want to disrespect Aunt Magdalene. That was also the reason why I'm just making fun of anyone in my mind, but how come my dad knows?
"I know it, because you were daydreaming last Saturday. Guess what? You entered our bedroom, and called your aunt by that f***ing fantastic name!" Edward explained.
I can't say anything right now, but, "I'm sorry dad. I didn't know that —" I attempted to finish it, but I was cut off by him.
"You didn't know that you were daydreaming? You are just sixteen, and what is the ab***on load of that big brain of yours? If you didn't have a daydream, we didn't know until now."
"That's enough love, he already said sorry." Messy Sippy said, "I've forgiven him. He didn't really hurt me. That's just a daydream. What's more important is that he's not saying that when he's awake."
Honestly, even though my father always mocked me, it's the first time that he used this kind of scolding approach. I had never heard those bad words from him before, and it made me realize how much he really loved Aunt Magdalene. I also know that she loved my mom, because I'm not here if he didn't, but if we talk about love, he loved Aunt Magdalene more than my mom, more than me.
"I'm so sorry, Aunt Magdalene. I promised not to call you that again. I apologize to Dad; I didn't mean to daydream. I was just exhausted from the many things that happened last Saturday," I said in a serious voice.
"What do you mean, many things that happened? Have you visited your grandmother again and felt exhausted? Or did you play all day with your friend instead of answering your homework?" Edward guessed.
What a d*****sh man. I'm confused why he's asking so many things that sound like predictions. Why won't he just let me explain rather than say thousands of nonsense words? Perhaps he doesn't trust me.
I didn't say anything again and again and again. What I know is that he doesn't need to know about anything that happened last week, because he won't believe me, especially that he doesn't even trust me. So, he doesn't need to know that his son is annoyed by a ghost.
I can really do nothing if my dad marries my stepmother. I may sound sullen, but what I feel is inexplicable in words. Since my dad and aunt Magda stayed with me here, I felt at ease and loved.
Don't be jealous of yourself, that's just caused by self-love. I'm of age, and they don't need to think about me first before their happiness. They must not consider me as a child, but how I consider myself. So if they make another baby, it will be better to accept it loosely.
Headache It seemed to explode. Migraine specifically caused by thinking too much about certain things. You're right, it's better not to think about them, although nothing is certain, except death and taxes.
Aha! I will go to the dining room. Perhaps it's just caused by hunger. Hey, don't think that I didn't eat my breakfast, because I have eaten too much in the morning, but I never found solace in eating.
Perhaps they already went back to the company of Baloney's Inn and Bitch Resorts, because the television isn't turned off. What on earth makes the ghost the one who's watching television right now? I slowly walked on the glossy floor, hoping that she wouldn't notice me, but when I looked at my front, there was someone.
"Oh! Ezekiel, are you going back to school now?" Messy Sippy asked.
"Hmm, aunt Magda." I felt my Adam's apple boobed. "No-no, I'll go to the dining room first to eat my lunch." I attempted to avoid her, but my eyes blinked as she caught my left hand.
I turned back. "Yes, aunt Magda?" I tried to ask normally.
"You owe me one, and you need to pay it," she uttered.
"What?" I tried to exclaim, but she put an index finger on my lips.
There's something that shivers me, although it wasn't cold. Expectation about an uncertain thing, which is certainly wrong. I could not help myself but to wait as my stepmother ran her fingers from my lips to my Adam's apple, chest, abdomen, and so on. I want to jump, to run, to shout, to fold myself and get inside the cookers, etcetera. But what I can only do is to let my hormones work.
Sometimes it's better to live with a troublesome ghost than with those who have an active hormonal imbalance, because those entities couldn't bring you to heaven or hell, but somewhere between the devil and the deep blue sea. It's preferable to live with a bothersome ghost who aided me in recovering from the condition that caused me to be deceitful.
After the addiction happened, I could almost forget myself. Always dumbfounded, thinking about the certainly wrong thing that I've ever committed in my whole life. I couldn't look directly into Messy Sippy's eyes, but most of all, I couldn't looked into my father's. I lost respect for Messy Sippy, I don't know why she's not contented of Edward, and perhaps even for myself. Still, I remained silent every day. I didn't tell my best friend, I didn't tell my father, not even myself.
One time, I came from school. I once became a master of nothingness, always looking at my feet and walked continuously without thinking about what was ahead. Their businesses, I strongly believed, were not mine, and my father noticed this and questioned me about it.
I, myself, didn't know the reason why I had changed. There's nothing gone from me, there's nothing gone from my father, there's nothing gone from my house, but respect and dignity. I always avoided my father's questions, especially when Messy Sippy was there. I know she thought that I also liked what she did.
During their weeding, I was freed from bad thoughts. I thought that was the happiest day of my life, the happiest day for them, but I didn't expect that it could be the most tragic day of my life. In the wake of such a major tragedy that caused an avalanche in my whole world, I thought I'd taken the wrong path. And I couldn't believe it.