A Hidden Picture

Two

~ Annalise

Sometimes I feel as if I'm just a pair of eyes. Nothing else.

I prefer to watch.

No words spoken. Just simply sitting back and watching the world around me spin as life moves and time ticks away.

Sometimes I feel as though I'm not even there myself.

The observers never get hurt.

If I observe I'll be okay.

If I observe, people won't realize I'm there.

They will just see another body. Another person who they think can't possibly have such complex feelings and emotions as their own.

Because people are self centered.

That's not always a bad thing. We can't help it. It's our lives, therefore in our minds the world revolves around us. It's human nature to base everything around ourselves, because in our own ways it is.

I wish the sound of pattering rain against the window was enough to drown out the sound of yelling.

My eyes skim over the words faster but my brain absorbs none of it.

More yelling.

My heart pumps at a fast rate, thumping against my chest repeatedly.

I increase the volume of my headphones.

Every so often a car passes by on the street.

The rain causes water to trickle down into the sewers. It runs like it's own little river down the street.

"Calm down!" My mother's pained frustrated voice makes my heart race pick up slightly.

"Shut the fuck up! Just shut the fuck up!" Vera screams back, her voice hoarse.

Who knows what they're fighting about this time.

I'd rather not go out there right now.

When the song playing in my ears ends, I sigh and let my head drop against my pillow.

I grab it and pull it over my face and try to wrap it around so it covers my ears too.

Maybe I could suffocate myself with it if I hold it over my face long enough.

That sounds like a challenge for another day.

Suddenly I freeze. Oh shit, I just remembered I have work. I'm gonna be late. Fuck fuck fuck.

Jumping out of bed, I quickly head over to my dresser, pulling out a blue tank top and old jeans. I shove my feet into an old pair of Reeboks that are thrown on my floor.

My long messy curly dark brown hair is thrown into a low ponytail, some stray pieces hanging out the front.

After grabbing my phone, I head out the room, the arguing getting louder and clearer as I get closer. I shove my keys into my back pocket.

"No! You know what your fuckin' problem is-"

"I don't give a fuck what you think my problem is! What you need is-"

They don't even notice me as I pass and leave the house.

They're too engrossed in their little screaming match. Hope they're having fun!

I hide my smile from my inner commentary.

Grabbing my scratched up green bike from behind the bushes, I slide on and begin to pedal.