C8 No more lies!

A month has gone by when that voice came from the stars. I give up, I’m not wasting the rest of my current life to find out something that had happened before I was brought here to earth. I was brought here most likely to live life and not get thrown into the dark like I’m ripped into in this life too. Writing for the past hour, I can hear my stomach groaning.

“Well stomach, I guess we need to pick up something from the fridge eh?” I asked my stomach as I laughed a bit. Getting up and walking out I hit the fridge. Looking into it, all I see is leftovers that I wasn’t crazy about from last night’s dinner. But then I see an apple.

“Better than nothing.” I say to myself. Grabbing the apple, I start eating.

As I sat on the futon eating the apple, I began writing again. The words came out and spread on the screen like spreading room temperature butter on a slice of cinnamon swirl bread.

“Fuck and I just had to bring that up too! That bread’s my favorite.” I whined to myself as I wrote.

“Mary, I'm going to the deli, do you want anything?” Asked Mom. looking up at the door, I think about it.

“I guess a monster drink.” I answered.

“I’ll be back in an hour.” Said Mom then left.

“You sure like those energy drinks.” Said a voice. Looking all over my room, I can tell another higher power is here. Again.

“I’m done with these messages of a past that’s already dead, gone and buried. So stop bothering me.” I snap at them.

“You need to know Ma-”

“No, you need to leave me the fuck alone!” I snap at them again.

“And even if I did need to know, you refuse to tell me, so why don’t you bother another human being.” I say then looking back at the laptop screen and begin writing again.

“Mary, I’m back!” Called Mom. Getting up and off of the futon, I walk out and go into the kitchen and I see her holding a lemonade monster can.

“Thanks Mom.” I said then gave her a hug.

“What are we having for dinner tonight?”

“I don’t know, maybe mixed vegetables if you want?” Suggested Mom. I thought about it for a second.

“Yeah I guess, sure, what about it?”

“You want a salad with it? We got a bag of spinach with cherry tomatoes and some dressings with it.” Said Mom. I nodded and opened the monster can. Taking a sip of it, I feel the irritation going away. I can’t focus on the past, I need a job and a way to live on my own as an adult. Can’t let spirit take over my life. Not for a second.

“I’ll have the salad first.” I said then put the monster can down on the counter and started on making the salad.

“Man, I’m stuffed.” I said to myself as I sat back in front of my laptop screen and began writing again.

“She was scared. The reason for it was that she knew the killer was nearby. Whatever happens, she knows that she needs to be careful, or she’ll be the next victim.”

As I continued writing my work, I saw light coming through the window that’s right above my futon. Turning around to see if it was coming from one of the neighbors. Unfortunately not. Turning back to the laptop screen, I hear them. Their bothersome of what and who I was in the past and the reason why they think telling me is a good idea, is unclear. I want a normal life. Not being stalked by the nonphysical.

“Please Mary-”

“No. I mean it this time, I refuse to know who I was. I want to know about what I am not and what I want to be for this life. You can’t change me by my past life. No way in fucking hell.” I say to them. They may not even pay attention to my answers, what I dread is falling for it in the beginning when they first came to me. I want to not only write, but to work with kids as an art therapist. Teaching kids on how to express one’s feelings through art. They don’t give a shit and I don’t think they ever will.

“If you continue to resist, we will-”

“What are you going to do? Stalk me? you’re only a nonphysical being. You have no chance of making any, and I do mean any impact on me. So get lost before I make an impact on you.” I say as I warned them. Then the light flew away and all I saw was the laptop screen. Turning back, I sighed.

“Ok, back to writing we go.”

As I ate my chocolate chip waffles in the kitchen, I watched the news and I watched the time and it seemed so slow. I guess since I woke up early that 's the reason why.

“You’re up so early. What’s going on? Where’s my favorite kid?” Said Dad as he walked in with a McDonald's bag with a breakfast sandwich in it and a large plain black coffee in his hands.

“You can have the sandwich, I just wanted a plain waffle today and I have coffee next to me anyway.” I say.

“Well you don’t have to eat it now, you can eat it later.” Dad Said as he placed it on the kitchen table.

“I’m glad you watch the news. Gives you good news about what goes on in the world.” Dad says smiling. I sigh and take the last bite of the waffle and take a sip of my coffee.

“I watch to get distracted from the problems in my life.” I explained as I drank my coffee. Dad looked at me and took a deep breath.

“Is Eve bothering you? I’ll set things straight with it.”

“No, it's just studying math that is giving me a hard time. I wish I was like Jewel, she’s amazing in math.” I say feeling depressed just thinking about it.

“Mary, she doesn’t have common sense in politics, she’s a democrat and you and I are republicans. We know that the democrats are no good. Believe me when I tell you, they’re the devil's in sheep's wool. Don’t ever trust them.” Said Dad. I don’t care about politics, I just want a decent income so I can keep a roof over my head. That’s all I need to do once I can get not only my GED, but college in my belt so I can work as an art therapist too.

“Well, I guess I do fit in the cabinet of being a republican since I do need a good income, if not at least a decent one.” I said to him, Dad nodded.

“You sure sound like one!” Laughed Dad. I smile over our conversation. And for these moments as of now, I feel free from the spirit trying to forcefully be their bitch by trying to convince me that my past is something that they need me to remember but yet they refuse to tell me. So fuck it I’m done. I wash my hands clean from their bothersome messages.

“You ok Mary?” Asked Dad. Looking at him, I realized that I had been zoning out on him.

“Yeah, sorry I just have crap on my mind, writing and studying are just getting to me.” I say.

“Don’t overdo yourself, take it one day at a time. You have a whole life to live in so studying and jobs can get done at some point in the future. Don’t give up hope.” He said.

“Thanks...Dad.”