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THAN WE KNOWinspired by true events
sponsor of the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention
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Closer Than We Know
2013 Haylee Graham
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Cover artwork Haylee Graham
Though diminutively based upon real people (with given permission of said
real people) this book is a work of fiction. Any similarities to someone (other
than said real people), living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters andevents in this work are figments of the authors imagination and are not to be
related to any similar situation or event.
Alexa "Lexi" Van Buren, a seventeen year old suffering under a
neglectful drug-using mother, gains a new lease on life and discovers a
deeper level of gratitude after her childhood friend takes his own life
and somehow messages her only a few days after his suicide.
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A Message from the AuthorIn honor ofJameson J.T.McCown
March 4, 1994October 25, 2012
This story is not Jamesons, but it could have been. He was
someone we all knew as a strong individual, both physically and
mentally. He was indestructible, untouchable, and a warrior who
impacted many lives before and after his death. He was like a little
brother to me, a loyal friend to others, and a cherished member of the
McCown and Chapin family. But lifes demons had tainted his being
for too long and one night, Jameson took his own life.
After the fact, I was angry as we all were angry. I was frustrated
and shocked and in denial for weeks. And there is little justification inhis actions, but I refuse to let anyone call him weak, pathetic, or
spineless. He was simply one who had been strong, as we all knew
him, for too long.
Let us not look down on him or any other who decides to take their
own life, but instead understand it as a lesson to hug a little tighter, say
I love you to more faces, and pickup those who have fallen a little
more than we already do.
This is dedicated to the McCown and Chapin families for no onewill ever know your grief or how youve struggled. And I hope I didnt
disappoint in this work of fiction. I apologize if any fictional event or
character that I mention is too closely related to any situation you as a
family have encountered. Diminutively, some characters possess same
traits and characteristics as the real people they are based on. But I
wanted to write this story, as I think its the story Ive needed to write.
As with many others, denial of J.T.s death made me do peculiar
things. For months, I sent Jameson messages praying that he would
one day respond. Thats where the what ifs? came to build thisnovels storyline.
And just a few days after, I was sitting in my front yard one day
and I looked to the sky and said aloud, You owe me. You owe all of
us. So youre going to help me write this story, whether you like it or
not. Thats when I first began to outline the plot of this book. I am
hopeful we can all learn from the morals and lessons in this and
become more united with our friends, family, and even the strangers we
encounter. Our dead are not gonebut in fact, closer than we know.
Thank you for reading. And thank you, Jameson, for always
telling us to keep smiling. For you, we will do just that.
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THAN WE KNOWinspired by true events
sponsor of the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention
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Part One.
life battles
can leave usscarred, butscar tissue
is strongerthan skin.-CC Weske
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LEXILUTHOR4:34 p.m.
I hope you're doing well, and I hopethere's an online messenger where
you're at. Keep in touch okay? I'll bechecking my computer everyday for a
response.It has been raining ever since weheard. The sky cries for you,
and we do too.-Lexi
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Prologue.I yanked the steering wheel to the only parking spot I could
find in downtown San Luis Obispo. My deep navy 1990 Volvo
rolled over the curb and tapped a skinny tree, causing itsbranches to rattle loose leaves like snowflakes. One passerby
flinched at the cars protrusion to the sidewalk and smacked thehood in a huff. Others shouted for me to watch out. On anyother day I would have taken the time to apologize for
interrupting the townspeople in midst of their evening strolls or
shopping spreesbetter yet, I wouldve just re-parked so the
front half of my car wasnt barricading the sidewalk. But therewas no time because I was not too far from Third Street and
Mission Avenue.
I cut the engine and jerked the keys from the ignition, my
eyelids pinned to my head in a terrifying state of panic. To some
peoples protests, I abandoned the car and walked quickly down
the sidewalk. I pushed into a half-run as I contorted my body to
steer through the crowds and not fumble over smaller children.
But in mid-stride, I violently crumpled to the sidewalk andcoveted my head with my arms. That familiar agonizing strike
of pain shot through my skull again.Alright! I screamed into my knees. Damnit, Jaden,Im
going!It subsided and I instantly bolted into a sprint. There would
be no walking now. Urgency pressed my strides faster and faster
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until the endless gift shops and ice cream parlors blurred into amess of colors to my left. And to my right, the steady-moving
traffic in the street seemed to match my bolt. People protested
when I broke through their hand-holding or between theirshoulder brushes. Some grew so furious that they trotted afterme, wanting to give that reckless teenager with the dark hair and
silly skinny jeans a piece of their mind. One man chased me
through a shout of curses but he stopped short and dismissed me
with a wave of his hand. I was running too fast. When his anger
settled, he shook his head with a perplexed frown, wondering
why the hellI was running so fast.
But I couldnt stop to rationalize myself to him or anyonewho watched me with curious eyes. I couldnt dare slow down.
I kept running, yelling for people to move out of the way.
My breath was burning in my throat, my lungs were desperate
for more oxygen, my heart was loudly pounding in the cave of
my ears. And when I made it to the intersection of Third andMission, I stopped so quickly that the impulsion of my run
nearly sent me flying into passing traffic. I looked down
Thirdnothing. I looked up Missionnothing.Where are you? I whispered, my eyes desperately
skipping over surrounding buildings.
And then I saw it.A small alley way just down Third street, obliquely across
the intersection. Its passage was hidden, blending it with a pizza
parlor to its left and a jewelry store on its right, but I could see it.
I knew he was there. He had to be.
The light was green yet I dove into the intersection anyways.A man tried to catch me as I jumped from the curb into the
traffic but I shoved him off. Other people, good Samaritans,
yelled for me to stop but I kept going.
They didnt know. They would never know. They just sawa young girl with dark, wind-thrashed hair, running in silly red
shoes with untied laces whipping her shins. They just saw a
reckless teenager diving headfirst into deadly oncoming traffic.One car honked and swerved, barely skimming by from
crashing into me. Another one stopped just before my legs and I
skidded to a halt, the impulsion throwing me forward. I caughtmyself with a spread of my palms slapping against the hood.
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Are you crazy? the driver yelled from the window.I didnt have time to affirm his question. I didnt have time
to tell him yes, maybe I was a little bit. Maybe this was all
crazyme following the words of someone who was supposedto be dead.
But I didnt think twice. I didnt apologize to the driver but
just took off running again. All he saw was a black haired girl
with a pale-stricken face, her dark eyes wide and her rapid
breaths bumping her chest to her chin. The driver searched the
corners of the intersection. Perhaps she was running from the
cops, or perhaps she just had a death wish.
I ran diagonally across the intersection, my eyes onlybouncing off the alley way when a flash of a car came my way.I made it to the other side, taking a giant leap to the curbside of
safety and instantly sprinted down the sidewalk. I didnt break
speed when I veered into the alley, the momentum tripping me
over my own ankles. I stumbled violently into the bright graffitiof a wall. It knocked the breath out of me and I gasped for air as
I tried to keep running down the alley. My legs beneath me were
burning, my heart was racing too fast, my tongue was just anumb muscle flopping around in my mouth as I gasped for a
breath, just one simple breath.
But when I saw the two figures at the end of the alleyway,one figure atop the other, striking violently in down-ward
punches, a last surge of adrenaline coursed through my
exhausted muscles. I started running again, a scream of protest
trying to escape my throat. But my mouth was too dry and my
lungs were trying too hard to feed my body air. A few smallcroaks escaped my throat through my sprint.
Trey was straddled over Robbies stomach, his knees
pinning the other boys arms to the ground. Trey raised his fist
past his ear and punched down on his face in a powerful swing.Robbies head, that had lifted to plea with Trey, snapped back
into the pavement. His face was coated in blood, bruises already
turning his face purple and his eyes were lost behind swollencheeks. The other boy croaked in protest and tried to wiggle
from Treys hold but he was fixed beneath the strong grip over
his throat and the rough gravel of the pavement that burned intohis back. And then Trey flicked one of his brothers red
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switchblades from beneath the hug of his jeans. He tightened hisfingertips over it and withdrew his arm back. The fear in
Robbies green eyes drove me to run faster.
Trey, stop! I forced my voice to scream.He looked up at me, his arm still in position. I stopped in
my running just a few feet from him. I put my arms up on either
side of my head as though I were looking up the barrel of a gun.
Stop, I said through my pants. Please.
He looked at me questionably, his eyes a dark and
unforgiving blue. His threatening face softened at the sight of
me but his arm and the switchblade still hovered over Robbie.
Get out of here, Lexi! This has nothing to do with you! hesnapped, a sob making his voice uneasy. Anger fluttered hiswords as though he were upset that I had stopped him in his
rage; or that I was there to witness him commit murder; or that I
had to see him like this.
My eyes skipped nervously from the blade to its line of pathinto Robbies chest and to Robbie himselfwho was whimpering
in soft sobs.
It has everything to do with me, I said through a stepforward to Trey. He tensed at my approach and I stopped.
Your brotherdoesnt want this for you.
Tears welled up in his eyes. Damnit Lexi,leave! Go!Im not going anywhere, I said calmly, risking a smaller
step towards him. Jaden wants me to stop you. This isnt
Robbies fault.
Treys arm drooped at the elbow. He looked down at
Robbie, his blue eyes blinking tears from his vision. His bodyrelaxed over Robbie and his shoulders slouched as his eyes
skipped over the other kids drastically battered face. I gulped
loudly and kept talking.
He told me, Trey, I said, taking a few slow steps closer.How do you think I knew exactly where you were? Trey
picked up his head, frowning at my words. The blade in his
hand quivered as he strained to make a decision. Jadenswatching you. He told me to come stop you.
A few beats went by. Trey contemplating, Robbie choking
on his own blood and me taking more and more small stepsforward until I was just a few feet from them.
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Put the knife down, let Robbie go, we will forget this everhappened, I whispered softly, my eyes glued to the knife. If
only I could just make a grab for it. But to my relief, Treys arm
was descending more and more from its fixed position. Hisknuckles were nearly scathing the pavement.
And then, Robbie spoke frombeneath Treys clutch.
Please, Trey. He washe was mymyfriend, he struggled
through missing teeth and a blood pooled mouth.
Though Robbies struggling words should have been heard
as a plea, Trey heard them as something different. They
offended him, enraged him, made him remember why he had
done this to the kid in the first place. His ocean blue eyes flamedred again. Robbies tormenting of his brother after the accident
burned in his ears. And then, Trey craved the taste of revenge.
A breath sucked back into my lungs at the sudden anger that
crossed his face. Robbies eyes widened and he whimpered in
panic.And he was my brother! Trey shouted, raising the blade to
his ear again.
No! I screamed, taking two big steps to collapse over hisarm in its downswing. I wrapped myself over his shoulder and
tackled him to the pavement, my body falling in path of the
blade. The knife rolled beneath my stomach and my weightcame crashing down. Trey plummeted in a somersault and
smacked violently against the pavement. Robbie, relieved but
suffering, fought to keep conscious. I tumbled a few times until
finally rolling onto my back. Time elapsed, the sky was
beckoning, and nausea thickened my skull. Suddenly, there wasno more airthere was no more breathing. Shock gripped my
limbs into shivering convulsions. Everything was tingling numb.
Trey had rolled onto his stomach and oppressed his ribs with
painful bruises. After a few coughs, he lifted himself. Theswitchblade, alone in its sharp victory, was just under his
collarbone, the tip dipped in glistening crimson. He patted his
shirt for a wound but saw nothing. He then looked to Robbiewhose emerald eyes were fixed on me. I turned my head to them
as my heart beats slowed in my ears. My head weakly nodded
goodbye before my eyes yielded closed.And from the heavens, Jaden smiled.
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One.
42 days before.
Everyday, it seemed, I saw him walking idly through the
hallways. He would give me a small closed-tooth smile ingreeting and thatd be it. Orsometimes, we would walk to our
classes in slow motion to chat for a few taut seconds. And it was
the same usual and shy conversation that always lacked somemajor component. Maybe it depthor weightor importance.
Something to fill up the bare splintering cracks of ourdiminishing acquaintance.
"Hey Lexi," Jaden Michellen would greet, stopping me in
the middle of the school hallway.I would reply with a forced smile. "Hi Jaden, what's up?"
It wasn't that I didn't like talking to the kid, it was more of
like, I needed to get to class and one more tardy I'd earn myself a
detention.
"Not much," he'd say with a retiring shrug. "How's it
going?"
"Great," I would lie, eyeing the classroom I was bound. I'd
smile again, this time not as sincerely, and start walking away."Well, good seeing you."
That was our daily round-a-bout. And I noticed, when Iwalked away and ducked my chin into my shoulder, Jaden would
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still be standing there and staring after me. At first I thought thekid was borderline creepy. But it dawned on me that, given our
shared history, he was just making up for the friendliness I didnt
necessarily havenor care to have. And sometimes, secretly,the small talks between Jaden and I would make my day a little
brighter. Yet other timessorry, mostof the timeit would just
make me late to class because I didn't want to dismiss him and
be rude. Thats when I first started getting real irritated. I
couldnt be too frustrated with him though. I was just as eager
for older friends at that age.
See, Jaden was a grade younger than me but we had
practically grown up together. His older brother, Trey, was inmy lovely class of juniors and had intertwined in my life sinceelementary school. Back then, the bright blue eyed boy and I
were best friends. We frisked around the school's blacktop,
skinned our knees raw in playful shoves of tag, and battled it out
in competitive games of handball. Jaden would join in from timeto time, and even though he was smaller and one year younger,
he'd always beat me at any handball tournament. In defense of
my pride, I just stuck with Trey, who was more leveledcompetition for me.
When middle school and high school came around, Trey
and I had grown our separate ways. There was no more playinghandballno more pretending to be Velociraptors fromJurassic
Parkand preying on kids younger than us like his brother. But
even though our friendship dwindled, he, like me, transferred to
the local youth school.
San Luis Obispo Youth School 6-12 was a large school withtwo different football fields, three baseball diamonds, the
occasional small square lining of grass that offset the dull
primary asphalt, and a bunch of grumpy, clique-enforced,
influential, and outrageous kids.One side of the school was flooded with middle schoolers,
and right across from that, the OYShigh schoolers dominated
with their loud laughs, array of inappropriate jokes, and playfulslaps of each others asses. And so, as the years went by, Trey
did his thing, I did mine, and not surprisingly, when we
graduated 8th grade, we both joined the 9-12 side ofOYS.
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Freshman year, Trey and I only conversed over groupprojects in class. Beyond that, not much else. It seemed as
though too much time had gone by for us to try and rekindle our
once resilient friendship. But even from afar, I cared for him andI (secretly) hope that he cared for me.
The following year when Jaden walked to the other side to
join his brother in high school, the both of them began catching
the eyes of a lot of girls. The Michellen brothers had a quiet yet
amusing sense of humor, were compatible with every face they
encountered, and were tasty eye candy for young teenagers
blessed with out of control hormones. On my end, I stayed quiet
and didn't try and brag that I had known the both of them sincefirst grade (though for many girls that would sure be somethingto boast about). Perhaps it was because since I had known them
for so long, I just saw them both as my two brothers instead of
two attractive boys to coon over. They were just Jaden and Trey.
But when it didleak to a few people that I personally knew themand had once been so close to them, hopeful hormone-driven
girls lead by unripe, naive hearts started badgering me with
questions."Do they like anyoneI mean as in like-like?"
"Do you have their phone numbers?"
"Do you hang out with them?""Does Jaden ever talk?"
The questions were always repetitive and quickly came to
bore me. But even so, the excited interest in the two brothers
conducted by these girlsmost of which were from all grades
and some of which I had never metjust left me speechlessevery time. After daily interrogations, my personal boundaries
were tested as I was often stopped in the hallways or tapped on
the shoulders in class by eager girls with whispering questions or
sharpened demands.And by the middle of 10th grade, I secretly started to loathe
the Michellen brothers. Jaden's insistence on conversation which
kept the detention slips rolling in to my classrooms, and theconstant interrogations about the both of them were making me
bitter with annoyance. So, consequently, I started avoiding both
Trey and Jaden so I could make it to class in time anddisassociate myself from them completely.
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My strategy worked through the rest of my sophomore yearand when junior year rolled around, I hadn't talked to the
Michellen brothers in over seven months.
It was the first day of school back from Christmas vacation.The start of January proved chilly and not even the stigma ofsunny California weather could drive away the soft patter of rain
and gloomy ominous thunderclouds from rumbling over Obispo.
It was early before class and I was walking down the main
hallway in my muddy rain-boots. So far, high school proved to
be academically easy and emotionally unsettling.
Life at home had gotten worse through the years. In the
confines of my childhood house, it felt like my eyes were shut ona terrifying rollercoaster. I never could predict when the dipsand spins and sharp turns were. And it seemed within the first
years at that school, I had found an escape amongst class-work
and co-mingling with friends. But by the time junior year hit, I
started to break. The chaos at home chipped away at my schoolfaade. My dark hair began to break off from stress, bruised
colored bags clutched beneath my eyelashes from restless sleep,
and acne dotted my forehead from overwhelming anxiety. Butone thing I think most people noticed was that my smiles weren't
as elongated as they used to be.
"Alexa VanfreakingBuren!" a familiar voice called frombehind me.
I grimaced even before I turned to see who it was.
"You're in trouble, missy!" Kimberly called through her jog
over to me. Her head of long dark hair swayed in the wind past
her shoulders. "You don't reply to my texts! You don't pick upmy calls!" She stopped next to me and shrugged her backpack
more up her shoulders. "Two weeks of Christmas vacation and I
don't hearanythingfrom you."
Death is a part of life. So are needy best friends."Sorry," I said half-heartedly, dropping my eyes. "I had
family issues."
Kimberly scrunched the side of her mouth. It was the mostempathy she could give. "Well, you missed my birthday."
"I know, I'm sorry, happy birthday," I said under my breath
before walking away.
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"Lexi!" Kimberly called after me as she followed. "Lexi,please, talk to me."
I kept walking, my head low and focused on my rain boots
kicking off the mud with each step. Tears blurred my vision likeI was looking through a fog-misted windshield.
Suddenly, someone bumped into me and I recoiled back.
My eyes widened. Out of the six hundred kids at the high
schooler's section ofOYS, I just had to run into Trey Michellen.
Kimberly stopped behind me, her protests stuck in her throat as
her eyes skipped between us.
"Alexa," Trey muttered through a smile. "Hey."
"Hey," I said awkwardly, pushing a loose strand of hairbehind my ear.
"How've you been?" he asked, his smile whiter than I had
ever noticed. My eyes stuck on them until his question triggered
a sudden response.
"Fantastic," I lied. "How about you?The white smile wouldnt release. Ive been great.
I nodded my head and bit the inside of my cheek. Silence
fell between us, making me nervously fumble my fingerstogether.
Thats.cool,I said lamely. We should I scratched
above my brow, feeling awkward. We should catch up? Itwasnt meant to sound like a question, but the octaves in my
voice were too high with nerves.
"Yeah," Trey agreed. "Well, I mean, my family's having a
barbeque this Friday afterschool if you want to come. Theyd
love to see you again." I could hear Kimberly suck a breath inthrough her nose. I think Trey also heard because he skipped his
eyes to her. "You can come too, Kimberly. We can all hang
out."
"Like old times," she responded excitedly."Right," he smiled before looking down at me. "So I'll
message you the address?"
I dropped my eyes and sighed. "Yeah, um, I'll see if I cancome. Might havehomework." I internally winced and
Kimberly scoffed behind me.
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She took a step forward. "Well, even if Alexa can't,Istillcan," she blurted through a shy smile. Her fingers anxiously
tugged on her backpack.
I rolled my eyes and Trey didn't offer much of a responseother than a small nod. His eyes shifted to me and he smiledthrough, "Well I hope you can," before excusing himself to his
class. As soon as he was out of earshot, Kimberly hit the side of
my shoulder.
"What's wrong with you?Homeworkon a Friday?"
I shrugged. "I'm just being studious."
She rolled her eyes to the sky. "You've been my best friend
for ten years and Istilldon't understand you sometimes. TreyMichellen, the most sought after guy in schoolperhaps of allObispoinvited you to his house for," she put her fingers up in
mock quotations, "afamily barbeque. And you would rather stay
home and bestudious?"
At her noise of disgust, frustration suddenly clamped mythroat. "Trey inviting me to his house isn't that big of a deal,
Kim. We used to always hang out as kids."
"But you're not kids anymore, Lexi!" she snapped, huffing ademeaning sigh and hooking one arm around mine. We made
way down the hallway and she muttered, "I swear you don't feel
anythingforanyone anymoreeven him."I didn't respond as we veered left into our first class together.
I bit my bottom lip, feeling tears sting at my eyes as we sat at our
neighboring desks and waited for first period Government to
start. I wanted to tell Kimberly that the repetition of hurt can
cause anyone to numb themselves against impulses of attractionor desire. It's a defense mechanism conducted by those who
chose not to get hurt or dive into vulnerability. Feeling
nothinghaving no expectations, no idealistic sentiments, and
no optimism towards the casual unlikelihoods of lifemeantthere was little that could emotionally scrape you.
I was already scarred with my mothers negligence, my
fathers departure, my sisters broken heartedness, and my owndemons scurrying beneath the cave of my skull. And so, for the
time being, I felt nothing and that was something I was sadly
okay with.
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Two.I threw my backpack onto the couch as carelessly I could.
No, I wasn't studious at all. In fact, I had come to despise school
and all the schoolwork that followed. So, in retaliation of theessays I had to write and pointless homework that I half-assed, I
would always toss my backpack as hard as I could into the couchand procrastinate the homework and studying I had to do. If mymom were there in the kitchen she would protest to the
hardcover books slamming together from within the backpack's
zipper. But she wasn't there today as she wasn't here yesterday
or the day before.I paraded upstairs, stomping up the wooden steps to
intentionally make my presence known. At the top of the stairs
and without a knock on the door, I busted through my mom's
room. It was dark inside as it always was with the blinds closed
and shielding off any slips of sunlight. It was stuffy and hot as if
the air-conditioning couldn't even ease the warmth expelled from
the still body that had barely moved for three days straight now.
A soft sob cried out by the bed. "Mama? Mama, wake up.""Caydee?" I called in the darkness. "Caydee, what
happened?"My six year old little sister looked up at me through the
shadows. She sniffled, mumbling that Mama had thrown upagain and wasn't waking up.
I bit the inside of my cheek and walked across the room to
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the blinds. With a sharp tug, the blinds lifted, unveiled thesunlight, and washed away the hovering murkiness. The room
was messy with Caydee's scattered puzzle pieces and random
piles of dirty clothes. Covering the wooden floor werecompilations of my mom's favorite CDs, a half empty vodka
bottle, and a cigarette that wasnt completely burnt out yet. As I
picked up some of the clothes and folded them under my arm, I
stomped on the cigarette butt with a little too much force and
squished it under the sole of my shoe. My mom groaned from
beneath the covers.
"Did you go to school today?" I demanded from Caydee.
The little girl, whose ponytail was loose and tousled, lookedat me with tear filled brown eyes and shook her head no. Isighed and pushed past her, throwing the clothes on the bed with
a forceful heave.
I put a hand on the unmoving mound that was my drugged
out mother. "Caydee hasn't been to school for three days. Yousaid you were going to take her."
When she didn't respond, I glanced to a cluster of small
prescription bottles on her night stand. The caps were knockedoff and there were only a few pills left in each one.
I picked them up individually, reading their labels through
my clenched teeth. "Coedine, Ambien, Vicodin, Xanax." Mybreaths grew stronger through my nostrils and the sting of hot
tears prickled my eyes. The prescriptions weren't prescribed to
my mother at all. In fact, each bottle had a different name and
different dosage. "Emanuel Lopez, Mike James, Rachelle
Williams, andDarcy Pennigram? My God, did you get thesefrom the boys off the street?"
My mom mumbled from under the covers. It was either her
affirmation to my question or her protest to the eye-pinching
sunlight burning through the fabric."Yeah?" I asked mockingly. "Well do the boys know you
have a family to take care of?"
She wiggled and buried her head even further under theblankets.
"They do, don't they?" I pressed. "But they don't care
becauseyou don't care. All you care about is getting your fix,isn't that trueRachelle or should I call youDarcy?"I leaned over
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my mother and ripped the blankets from her head, exposing thepale, fragile woman who was too high to even begin to
understand my reprimands. She was on her side, her nose just
inches from where the bed sheets were stained with fresh orange-brown vomit. She cradled her hands beneath her chin as thoughto find comfort without the blankets. I shook the pill bottles like
Macarenas above her ear and raised my voice even louder. "You
hear that? This is all you, Rebecca Anne Van Buren, cares about!
Not about yourself or your two daughters or putting food on the
tableyou dont care about anything but this!
She tried to bury her face into the sheets to escape the noise.
Through an uncontrolled growl, I uncapped the bottles andlet the rest of their contents spill to the floor. Well you knowwhatIthink? I called as the eleven small pills with their brands
engraved onto their skin dropped to the ground. With an over
exaggerated jump, I furiously bunny-hopped on them. My shoes
crushed the pills and by the time I stopped jumping, they werenothing but small piles of white powder.
The sharp stench of my mom's vomit didn't keep me from
leaning over her and spewing venomous words into her ear."Thats what I think about all thisshit." She didn't respond and
that just made me itch with even more anger. I retreated,
grabbed Caydee's hand, and asked if she had eaten today. Ofcourse she hadn't yet, so I promised her macaroni and cheese and
guided her out of the odor filled room. On my way out though, I
grabbed a hand-towel off the sink in the bathroom and tossed it
at my mom's stick-thin body.
"Clean yourself up," I barked. She blinked once, her mouthhalf-parted as her eyes followed me through the room with
Caydee in tow.
When you love someone so much, sometimes it's not in their
best interest to keep cleaning up after them month after month,year after year. Sometimes, after excelling in the definition of
caretaking, you have to wipe your hands clean, hand them the
resources and only pray that one day, they will smile to the sunand not hide from it and clean after their mess and not sleep in it.
That day hadn't yet come for my motherand I didnt think it
ever would.
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"Lexi, why did Mama throw up?" Caydee asked innocently
without looking up from her coloring book. She had abandonedher mac and cheese to focus on staying between the lines.
I sighed, blinking anxiously as I tried to find an appropriate
answer to her question. I was on my computer, my fingers rapid
in their typing but my mind blank and distracted.
"Uh, she's ill, baby," I said softly.
Caydee glanced up at me, a green crayon positioned in her
hand. "Then why don't we get her a doctor?"
I stopped typing and dropped my arms to my legs. I huffedthrough my lips as I tried to figure out how the best to explainthis to my little sister. "We can't get her help if she won't help
herself. Does that make sense?
Caydee's face had fallen in sadness. She barely bobbled her
head in comprehension."But it's okay," I reassured her through a forced smile.
"She'll be okay."
"No she won't," my sister said sadly. "She'll keep gettingsick and I'll never go to school."
"Hey," I said softly, reaching my hand to pat her arm. "I'll
make sure you get to school, okay? I promise."She nodded her head with a cute gap-toothed smile before
crouching back over her coloring book. When I faced back to
my computer with a lack of enthusiasm for the essay I had to
write, an instant message popped up on my screen. I curiously
leaned closer to it.
TreyMcCHILLin
4:49 p.m.
Hey Lexi here's my address.
Hope to see u Friday.
1198 Jasper Street
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LEXILUTHOR
Typing . . .
I tried to type a response like something casual and friendly,
but instead I just pulled down the screen and fastened it closed. Ihuffed a deep breath, turned to Caydee, and asked if she needed
any help. She nodded excitedly and pushed one end of the
coloring book to me. I don't know exactly why I shut my laptopon Trey.
Maybe it was unnerving that after so many years of ignoring
him and his brother, he was still extending his hand out to me. Ihadn't met anyone other than Kimberly who would want to be
my friend even when I stomped on the friendship like I did the
mixture of pills.
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Three.The week went by slowlyeven slower than a snail, perhaps
at the gradual and unbearable rate of a sea slug. I had to take
Caydee to first grade every day and pick her up in the afternoon.And to make it in time, I needed to leave immediately after my
final class of the day because Tall Oak Elementary, the samegrade school Trey, Jaden, and I went to, was a half an hourinland. That usually upset Kimberlywho was so desperate for
a study partnerand stressed me out because it often set me
behind in starting my homework. But I didn't complain (at least
not verbally) because Caydee proving to me that she couldfinally sing the whole ABC's song made me giggle on the drive
home. I even joined in, feeling like a little kid again.
Luckily, the rain stopped and it was back to being sunny
California weather. It was supposed to stay that way which I
was grateful for. I had read in a teen magazine that Vitamin D
could help cure depression. Maybe I'd suntan for the next week
or so just to see if it really did.
As for the barbeque on Friday, I couldn't hear enough aboutit from Kimberly. She bugged me each day in class if I was still
going to it. By Thursday I was so irritated with the badgeringthat I surrendered with a, Fine,well go to the barbeque and
yes, Ill try to manifest some miraculous way to leave you andJaden alone together.
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So, Friday morning I informed my mother through thehuddle of her bedcovers that she needed to pick Caydee up from
school that day. I even left her a post-it note on the fridge,
relaying my message in big bolded sharpie letters. And once Ireached school after dropping my sister off, Kimberly pouncedon me at the hallways, her face beaming in excitement.
Throughout the day and to my eye-rolls, she was constantly
checking on her makeup and whispering to her other friends
about her plans with the Michellen brothersoh, and Lexi. Let's
not forget about Lexi. Despite my objections, she was so
convinced that the barbeque was a private party hosted by the
two brothers.Afterschool, I had to break some sorrowful news to her."Kim," I said as she bounced into my passenger's seat with
an excited grin. "We can't stay long okay? I have to get back
home."
"Really?" she whined, obvious disappointment dropping herface. "Please tell me you're not going back to actually be
studious." I think it was intended to be a joke because her lips
were taut in a smile but I didn't return her grin.I shook my head no.
"Are you babysitting Caydee again?" Kimberly guessed
as she wrapped her seatbelt over her shoulders."Not just Caydee," I muttered as I forcefully put the car into
gear. I didn't know if I wanted to tell Kimberly that I probably
had to watch over my mother too, treating her like a child,
forcing her to spoon at her soup and sip at her water. Kim knew
that my mom had drug problems but she didn't know the extentof it. No one but Caydee did.
As we were en route to the Michellen house, Kimberly
decided to blast some tunes in my old navy colored Volvo. I
knew she wanted to make our presence known to this barbequeor party or whatever it may be, even though I tried to convince
her that whatever presence she was trying to make was already
offset because we were rolling up in a freaking 1994 Volvo.Still, she insisted we play the local radio as loudly as we
could and by the time we pulled in front of the lonely Michellen
house, the entire neighborhood got an earfulEminem's new hitsong.
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The house was small, quiet, and weather-worn. When Iheard Kimberly exhale a bummed out sigh, I smirked and
inquired if she was disappointed that they didn't live in a
mansion like she had hoped. She denied it but I knew it was truebecause Kim's motto was if you're going to marryyou need tomarry well. I think by the looks of her puffed out cheeks, any
hopes of marrying one of the Michellen brothers were totally
shot.
"Are we the first ones here?" she prodded, her eyes
suspiciously searching around the house. There was only one
truck parked in the driveway.
I cut the engine and opened the car door. "What did I tellyou?"
"I don't know," she mumbled as she unsnapped her seatbelt.
"I just thought family barbeque meant raging party at the
Michellen mansion."
I laughed aloud as I shut the door and encouraged Kimberlyfrom the passenger's seat. She suddenly didn't seem so set on
this family barbeque that was, just as I had speculated, an actual
family barbeque.I walked up to the front door, my hands shyly tucked in my
jean pockets. Kimberly sauntered behind me, her footfalls heavy
as she blew a breath through her lips."Oh stop pouting!" I laughed at her as she stomped up next
to me.
She crossed her arms over her chest and scrutinized the front
door. Her eyes skimmed over the cobwebs hanging at the frame
and the aged fissures that spiked through the doors surface. Agarden of wilted roses with vicious spikes, guarded by bundles
of weeds, lined in front of the houses large extending window.
Crickets suddenly lapped at Kimberlys feet and she gave a few
hops in revulsion."Ugh!" she whined as she hopped from one foot to the
other. "Are you sure we're at the right house?"
"Calm down," I giggled as I thumbed the small doorbell.Sure, the plants lining the front of the house were shriveled
in neglect and sure, there were pincher-bugs and crickets
crawling at our feet over the cracked sidewalk. But were we
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there to rage or to reunite? I think Kimberly misconstrued theidea of "hanging out like old times."
"If they don't remember you can we just head back? I
know Lyndsey's throwing a party."I gave her a scolding glare. "There's more to life than
parties. Plus, they'll remember me."
She gave a hop, her voice trembling as she tried to avoid any
bugs crawling her way. "Uh-huh, sure."
"They will," I persisted with forced confidence. But even so,
I couldn't keep the uncertainty from making my voice wane. "I
mean it's only been ten yearsgive or take." I realized the
unlikelihood of my statement. I mean, I didn't even rememberthe father's namethe father who I had spent so much time with,more than I had ever spent with my own.
Kimberly scoffed and was going to retort some smart-ass
comment when the door suddenly opened, the frame creaking
loudly in its sway. An enthusiastic man greeted us with a laugh.His cheeks were rosy as his face was ignited in a beaming smile.
Dirty blonde hair that was uncombed and wavy atop of his head
danced as the small breeze from outside intruded the house. Hiseyes, familiar to me in their deep blue, instantly lit up in
recognition.
"Alexa Van Buren!" he smiled as he dove to give me a firmembrace. Kimberly sniffled behind me and I knew she was
halfway disappointed that I had been recognized after all. I
hugged the man, his clutch familiar to me as though right then
and there, I was a small little girl again, greeting Trey's father as
I anxiously arrived for our weekly play-dates.I genuinely smiled into the man's shoulder, tears softly
glimmering in my eyes. Knowing you were important enough to
be remembered, even after so many years, is a heart-warming
thing.
"Alexa, you look just like your mom!" Mitch, as I had cometo find out was their father's name, said to me over the campfire.
The weightlessness of the atmosphere suddenly thickened. My
eyes fell into the fire and all I could manage was a sorrowfulnod. Even Kimberly stopped in mid-chew from her smores to
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nervously skip her eyes between us. None of the Michellensknew about my mom or that any comparison to my mom was
like curb-stomping my face into the ground.
I dropped my head and picked at the marshmallow that hadmelted on the end of my stick. Leftover trip-tip steak and cornon the cobs grew cold on a small table between Jaden and Trey
who occasionally grabbed a small piece of meat and munched on
it quietly while they waited for their marshmallows to roast. The
rest of us dipped and swung our sticks, our mouths watering at
the anticipation of smores, as Mitch and his wife, Lori, the
stepmom of the two brothers, told us funny stories of Trey and
Jaden as kids. It was a small get together and I can speak forKimberly that it wasn't anything she expected. Yet, even so, wefound ourselves laughing and giggling at Mitch's stories,
dodging glances at the brothers whose cheeks had grown red in
embarrassment.
Often, I would eye Jaden, who stayed quiet, his dark eyeslost in the glow of the fire. I could tell he was thinking about
other thingsthings that were serious and weightyand that
were beyond the dull conversation filling the air. The softness ofhis skin when he was just an eighth grader seemed to harden
over the years, already carving wrinkles above his brow and on
either side of his mouth. He had grown taller and his arms wereswollen with new thick muscle. Even his neck seemed to be
broader in width. But his eyes, most of all, were obscure,
mysterious, and haunted.
Kimberly's voice snapped me from my scrutiny. She was
reminiscing our adventures since elementary school and howcrazy we both used to be. Between the two of us contributing in
some of our funniest stories, we had the Michellens all busting
into laughter and even Jaden cracked a small smile.
But once my mom was mentioned, my smile faded and Iretreated into my own inwardly shell. I shut down and my
shoulders hunched in submission to my own insecurity. Blankly,
I withdrew my stick from the fire and placed it across my lap. Inervously picked at the burnt marshmallow.
"How is she?" Mitch asked, the innocence of his question
less innocent than he knew.
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I glanced to him, trying to formulate a crooked smile. "Uhwonderful," I lied.
The Michellen brothers looked at me curiously and even
Trey narrowed his eyes a little bit. They could tell in theunsteadiness of my voice that it wasn't the truth.
"And how about your dad?" Again, the innocence of the
question. "David, right? He always took you to the same car
shows me and the boys went to. What's he up to?" Mitch looked
to Lori. Her dads an incredible artist. He does the most
amazing geographical paintings. He glanced to me again,
enthusiasm lightening the octaves in his voice. He did that
painting for yours and Treys old Geography class backin.what was it Trey? Fourth grade? Lexi, you should tell yourdad I think itsstill there!
The avalanche of questions stung more than the melted
marshmallow that sizzled on my fingertips. A sob clenched my
throat, obstructing my words, and I didn't lift my eyes. "IIwouldbut Icant. He, um, he leftwhen I was twelve."
David Van Buren, the prized father that everybody in
elementary schooleven Trey and Kimberlywanted to have.He was always active in my school life, participating at our
rallies and ice cream socials and everyone knew he was the most
fun chaperone to have on field trips. And then, to put icing onthe cake, he painted a large five foot tall canvas of a
collaboration of the United States biggest national landmarks.
The tall orange colored cliffs of the Grand Canyon blended into
the White House, the Empire State Building faded into the
magnificent faces of Mount Rushmore, and the Grand Tetonstopped Niagara Falls.
It was a gift for our Geography class because when my
father had ventured into the room for open house, he scrutinized
the teacher about the blank walls that lacked of posters andvisually enlightening photographs. A week later, he presented
our teacher with the painting, and all of us kids oooh-ed and
aww-ed at the free masterpiece.Mr. V.B, as all my fellow students called him, constantly
went out of his way for the students and so I loved him,
cherished him, and was so proud to have him as my dad.
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But then one day, at the peak of sixth grade, he and my momgot into a yelling argument. He had found empty prescription
bottles again, all of which weren't written out for her, and he
claimed he had given up on her completely. But according tohim, giving up on his wife meant giving up on his children aswell. So, he packed his things and stomped out of the house,
slamming the door behind him so hard that it woke little one year
old Caydee from her sleep. He had departed times before when
they fought but this time his car never rolled back up the
driveway. I waited by the window for him every day. And after
weeks had passed, I came to terms that he was never coming
back. I never much sympathized for Caydee, for she was tooyoung to have ever established a relationship with my father orfelt the loss of him. But she didn't understand why her
classmates had daddys and why her mommy was always
sleeping. I would just assure her that one thing she had over her
classmates was her Lexi. That always made her smile andtemporarily forget the voids of not really having parents at all.
At the campfire, the air between all of us was suddenly
very thick and I don't think it was just from the clouding smokeas the flames began to slowly die out. Mitch apologized
sincerely and I pleaded for him not to worry, that a lot of people
don't know, and thatsame lot of people make the guiltlessmistake. But despite my reassurances, everyone had dropped
their eyes to the fire, twisting their mouths in deep thought and
slight empathy for the girl who had just been questioned about a
father who abandoned her five years ago.
The silence prolonged and I awkwardly cleared my throatand asked to use the restroom. Guilt for ruining the vibrant
mood with my tragic life story made me want to run away.
Mitch asked Trey to show me and I was so excited to leave that
campfire and the dull conversation that attempted to pick up andrevive the good time.
Trey beckoned me with a sad smile and I followed him back
to the house and through the sliding screen door. We were silentas I trailed him through the kitchen and down a long hallway
decorated with frames hanging unevenly from their nails. He
gestured to the restroom with its door half opened but gently
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caught my arm before I could walk to it. My eyes fell to hisgrasp and I stiffened.
Lexi, I'm so sorry," he exhaled in a breath as though he had
been holding it. "I swear if my dad or anyone had known""It's okay, really," I assured him through a small smile. It
prickled my stomach that he knew such an intimate detail about
me so I tried to change the subject as quickly as I could. You
have a great family. Everyone seems happy.
He tilted his head back and gave me a distant gaze.
Everyone?
I frowned. Well, I mean your dad, Lori, you
Ignorance is bliss, I guess, he sighed as though he weredisappointed.
I shook my head, his words making my chest cave. I put my
other hand over his grip on my arm. I said youseemedhappy,
not that you are, Trey.I smiled bashfully. I guess all the
school plays we were in as kids have really molded you, huh?You and your brother were both pretty good actors.
He exhaled in a small laugh and thoughtfully gnawed on the
inside of his cheekWere still acting, Lexi. He put his handson either side of my arms and ducked his head to my eyelevel.
His corneas had suddenly dimmed in their blue. This life is
just another play. And its a tragedy.With that, he dropped his grip, turned, and walked back
down the hallway. His spine was rigid in his steps as though an
invisible mast was sewn to his back. I pushed lightly on the
restroom door and for a moment, my hand rested on its surface.
I then craned my head over my shoulder."Hey Trey?" I called through a sad voice.
He slowed his strides in the middle of the kitchen and turned
to me, his face heavy with some internal struggle. What I was
going to say got caught in my throat and I felt so miniscule underhis powerful glare. He raised his eyebrows in speculation and I
finally choked out, It doesnt have to be a tragedy. Life.
Trey Michellen thought a minute, cocking his head asthough that would rattle the perfect reply. He narrowed his blue
eyes and a sad smile projected across his lips.
"Well," he sighed, "it sure as hell isnt a comedy.
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And then he turned and made way back outside to join thesmall conversations. I walked into the restroom and shut the
door with my back. I sighed heavily, looked to the ceiling and
rhythmically knocked my head against the doorframe. Hiswords might have been logically truethat this life is a tragedy,for a tragedy is defined that the main character dies by the end of
the play. We all meet Death in the end, so therefore we dont
deem life a tragedy but instead a blessing for every day we open
our eyes in the mornings, knowing we survived the night,
knowing we were granted one more day to live. And I
wondered what made Trey think so little of life itself. I
wondered had I not abandoned a childhood friendship that wasonce so strong I could have helped him look upon life with a
brighter perspective. We werent living a tragedy. Every day
we were living a blessing no matter how difficult it was for us to
see it that way and I was distraught that Trey was blinded to just
that.I didnt have to use the restroomit was just my escape goat
for avoiding the awkward talk of my parents. So after a few
minutes of contemplating Treys words, I flushed the emptytoilet, ran the sink water just for the noise, and walked out.
I blankly wondered back down the hallway, my eyes curious
to what the rest of their house looked like. I don't recommendever sneaking around another person's house without their
guidance, but the endless clusters of pictures that decorated
desks and tables and the tops of the thick-framed television drew
my attention. I walked slowly around the living room, picking
up small frames and using my index finger to dust off the cloudyfaces of smiling people. Most of the pictures were of the
Michellens on family vacations or house-held barbeques while
others were professionally shot photographs of Jaden and Trey
as they progressed through middle school and high school. Fourbookshelves set together were prominent in the living room.
They were taller than me and crowded with a collection of
pictures and decorative knick-knacks and aged drawings madeout to Mitch from when the boys were young kids.
A certain picture on the third caught my eye and I already
knew what it was before I even dusted the glass surface. Ismiled, rubbing it clean with my fingers. My eyes skimmed over
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the two rows of kids, who didnt look older than eleven ortwelve, sitting closely together on the last few rows of bleachers.
The tweens were wide-eyed, their pudgy faces bursting with
giggles and gap-toothed smiles. It was our fourth grade classpicture. On the end of the last row was Trey. He looked just as Ihad remembered him with his spiked dirty blonde hair and bright
blue eyes. And he had an arm hook over the shoulders of a
nerdy girlme. Inwardly, I cringed at how I looked like at that
age. Flat dark hair parted down the middle and that exposed a
wide forehead I now always concealed with bangs. My choice in
wardrobe was even more devastating. I wore a bright yellow top
with sunflower designs, neon green pants, and sparkly pinkshoes that would light up if I stomped hard enough on them.
I set the picture down with a soft and somewhat sad smile.
Back in fourth grade, things were much easier. The biggest
worries we had as students were whether or not we were going to
play freeze tag in P.E., or who was on whose kickball team, or ifwe spelt "neighborhood" right on last Friday's spelling test.
I moved on, taking slow steps as my eyes skimmed over the
fourth bookshelf. At my eyelevel and set at the back of the shelfwas what looked like a gun hanging from a small circular
platform. I frowned and reached my fingers to touch its surface.
It looked antique with its extra long barrel and aged woodenhandle.
"That's my dad's pistol," a voice called from behind me,
making me flinch. I nearly knocked the gun from the shelf.
I spun around to Jaden. He must have come back into the
house while I was pretending to use their restroom. He had athick book in one hand and he stared at me from the kitchens
doorway.
"I'm so sorry," I said quickly, lacing my hands in front of
me. "I was justuh, looking."Jaden nodded his head. His expression was blank as though
my wandering in his living room wasn't abnormal or offensive.
He moved from the doorway to lean against the wall of thehallway. His chin jutted towards the pistol. "You like guns?"
My eyes darted to the firearm. I wearily skimmed my eyes
over it. "Um, not really.Why not?
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I dont know, I stuttered. Justwouldn't be good if theyfell in the wrong hands, you know?"
He dropped his eyes and fluttered the pages of the book in
front of him. He didn't look at me. "The wrong hands are thebest hands, sometimes."
Red flag number one.
When I didn't respond and just awkwardly scratched behind
my head, he glanced up to me. "Well do you like switchblades? I
have a collection if you want to see."
"No, I mean, no thanks," I said bashfully through a small
shake my head. "I don't really like, um, dangerous things."
"Really?" he asked flatly. "I do."Red flag number two.I didn't respond. I didn't know how to.
After a segment of silence that made my feet restless beneath
me, I awkwardly asked, Uh, sowhat? Youre leaving the
party early? I grimaced at my lame attempt to lighten the mood.Jaden didnt smile. I dont feel well, he said tightly
before shaking the book. And I have to read this. I skimmed
my eyes over it and saw it was The Hobbit.Which class? I asked, genuinely curious.
Calzian. Shes kind of tough.
My rigid face loosened to a chuckle. Just ask her about hergolden retrievers. She has pictures of them at her desk. Better
yet, tell her you have one and shell love you.
Jaden sniffled in a soundless laugh. Thanks, he said
through the faintest smile. It was good seeing you. He then
strolled down the hallway in silented steps. Everything aboutJaden was quiethis words, his laughs, and even his footfalls.
Aggravated, I wildly grabbed the air in front of me with
spread fingers and angrily kicked out at how stupid I sounded
that entire conversation. I stomped forward and saw Jaden out ofthe corner of my eye. He was just pushing onto the door that I
assumed lead to his room. Thankfully, he didnt see me throw
my silenced tantrum."Feel better," I said softly, unsure if he had heard it or not.
Even in the dimmed lighting, I could see a gloomy smile tug
at his lips. "I won't," he said before pushing on the door anddisappearing within the room.
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Red flag number three.I could have taken the initiative to march down that hallway
and offer him words of comfort, advice, support, anything, but
instead, I walked straight back through the kitchen. Even whenmy hand touched the sliding glass door to allow me back outside,I glanced over my shoulder, a haunting intuition crawling over
my skin. Empathy and the need to comfortlike a mother does
to a wounded childanchored my heart beneath my chest. Both
the Michellen brothers were suffering from some guarded battle
or series of battlesthat was for sure. I wonder if others like
their acquaintances, their classmates, their other childhood
friends, or even Mitch and Lori, saw what I saw in them. And ifI was one of the few that did see past their facades and into theirdarknesses, was there an obligation of mine to try and help? I
assumed that the answer was up to me. But in the wake of my
debate, a familiar cloud of shyness sparkling with lack of
confidence made me hunch my shoulders over. So, I regretfullyjust pulled the glass door open and quickly shut it behind me.
As I reassumed my place back on a lawn chair and around
the campfire, I couldn't help but fiddle my hands in my lap anddodge worried glances back to the house. I tried to adapt to the
small murmurs of conversation but my head was racing with
concern for Jaden. And now that I think back to it, mysubconscious was actually being plagued with the red flags that
had deliberately been waved in front of me.
They were like the red flags warning swimmers that the
waters were turning violent and ultimately dangerous. Their
fabric had sheathed across my face and the bright red color stungmy eyes, yet all I focused on was my own prodding insecurities
and selfish desires. I, along with everyone else, chose to take the
flags by their stems and hide them deep into the crystals of the
sand. To our eyes, the waters looked calm, so we did not mindthe warnings because of the stability we so perceived.
But very soon, the waters would sway with anger driven
waves cracking over the surface, tumbling a man into a fatalityfor consequence of our shared ignorance.
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frown creased my forehead like ripples traumatizing a steadypond and my eyes suspiciously scanned over the house.
Caydee? I called. And it worried me, it did, but I
supposed that since her favorite game in the world was hide-and-go-seek, perhaps she was hiding from me. I sauntered into thekitchen and set down two paper plates with saran-wrapped steak
leftovers and corn on the cobs.
I got dinner! I sung as though maybe my sister would hear
me from her hiding spot. When I heard no stifled giggle nor the
slightest rustle of contained movement, I revealed a small bag
cradled beneath my arm and flipped it upside down. Small,
individually wrapped Herseys chocolate squares, leftover fromthe smores, spilled onto the counter and I noisily teased theirwrappers. And I got chocolate!
I rustled the bag more to coax Caydee from hiding. When
she didnt emerge, I shrugged, unraveled one of the squares, and
announced, Fine! Ill just eat it all by myself! before poppingthe chocolate in my mouth. I navigated around the kitchen,
contently savoring the sweet on my tongue as I scooped up the
leftovers to take to the refrigerator. The red light on the phonereceiver was blinking which was curious to me, and so I pressed
the biggest button on it in my passing.
You have one new message, the automated voiceannounced.
I mumbled something sarcastic under my breath as I knelt in
front of the fridge. The robotic words seemed foreign in our
barren house since nobody called us much anymorenot
relatives, not any of my old friends, and even telemarketersstrayed away from calling the broken Van Buren family.
And though it was unfortunately exciting for this house to be
called upon, I found myself boredly waiting for the message as I
sorted through days old milk containers and crusted week oldpasta from when I attempted to cook from scratch. Note to self,
I need to stop trying to be a Gordon Ramsey hopeful.
Hi Ms. Van Buren, this is Stacy Mcrawley, the first gradeteacher here at Tall Oak Elementary.
My hands stopped in their busying. I had my fingers
wrapped around an old milk carton. The open container was just
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beneath my chin and not even its foul odor could make memove.
I just wanted to call and confirm someone picked Caydee
up from school today. She was here for a few hours in the afterschool program but around five all the kids had been picked upexcept her. And, well, she was with me and I had a parent call
the classroom phone regarding a students behaviorbut when I
hung up, Caydee wasnt there andneither was herbackpack.
My eyes widened and I dodged a frantic look to the machine
as the womans voice delicately trembled in their words.
Its my fault, really, I shouldnt have had my back turned.
But I assumed you picked her up when I was on the phone and Ijust want to make sure thats the case.
The milk carton slipped from my grasp and fell at my knees,
but I had already pushed from the ground before the spoiled milk
could even splash to catch onto my jeans. The message kept
playing but I was running up the stairs and taking two steps at atime.
Also, Ms. Van Buren, Caydees consistent absences have
me a little concerned. Maybe we can schedule a parent teacherconference. She is a lovely, bright young girl. Have a great
day.
Caydee! I called out in panic as I busted through her room.It was eerily barren minus the Barbies and plastic ponies
scattered just at the foot of her unmade bed. I slammed the door
shut and turned into my room just adjacent to hersbut she
wasnt there either. Panic fluttered in my chest until I was sure
my heart was going to burst from its impulsive beats. I ran intomy moms room, calling my sisters name through quick gasps
as I desperately thumbed the light switch. My breaths were
growing faster and thicker, constricting my throat until it didnt
seem I could inhale enough air.The light flickered in the usually dark room as if even the
bulbs were startled by their sudden usage. But even with the
guidance of the light, I found no one in the room other than mymothers figure hidden beneath the covers of her bed. She
squirmed in protest of the sudden commotion.
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Caydees your daughter, and so am I, I choked through awhisper. But wewe would be better off if you would just die
already.
My mom shrugged, the heaviness of such words having noeffect on her at all. More tears waterfalled down my cheeks andI gave her one more lasting look before I turned and bolted out
the room. Through my strides, I gathered my keys from my
jacket pocket and tried to wipe my eyes clean of tears. Being
forgotten and neglected was nothing new to Caydee and me. It
had been something we had viewed as our reality and normalcy
for most of our lives. But the repetitive lashes of abandonment
could drive one to do peculiar thingssuch as my telling of mymother that she should die, and my six year old sistersimpetuous decision to walk the streets of San Luis Obispo alone
on a cold Friday night.
Cmon, where are you? I snapped in a whisper as I paced
my Volvo up and down Tall Oaks main road. It was darker than
usual outside, but perhaps that was due to the overhanging treesthat took the place of where streetlights should have been.
After what seemed like forever but in real time was a half an
hour, my brights finally illuminated a crouched figure slumpedagainst a bare tree whose branches were thin and fragile against
the chilly January breeze. The tree was right off the road down a
small decline, just before the beginning of a barren corn field
that looked empty of harvest.
Caydee, I whispered as I recognized the pink backpack atthe figures feet. She had her knees pressed to her chest and her
head buried in the nook of her arms. When the headlights shined
upon her, she didnt shift position or curiously lift her head, and
thats what sent a tremor of fear down my spine. I quickly putthe car in park and let the engine cough swirls of clouds into the
frigid darkness. It was coldone of the coldest winter nights in
years.Caydee! I yelled as I jumped from the car and slammed
the door shut behind me. My sister had made it maybe twenty
minutes from the school before I assumed she grew tired and fellasleep in the nook of the lone tree. I ran to her, gathered her
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backpack with a hook of my arm and gently picked her up fromher stiffened position. She felt so frigid in my hands and she was
violently shivering against my warmth. She looped her arms
around my neck and drowsily tilted her head up at me.Lexi? she squeaked through chattering teeth.I embraced her tighteragainst my chest. Its okay, baby, I
got you. Were going home.
I dont want to, she mumbled before her little eyes
fluttered closed and she tucked her head under my chin.
I gave her an empathic kiss atop her head and walked back
to the huffing car, cradling my sister and rubbing the sides of her
arms to stir up some warmth. I set Caydee in the backseat,zipped the seatbelt over her slumping body and delicately
positioned her head so she was leaning against the back window.
Lexi? she asked when I took my place in the drivers seat.
I turned over my shoulder and scanned my eyes over her in
the car light. A red rosy color blushed her cheeks and irritatedher nose from the cold. Her hair was wind-blown atop her head
and she was trying desperately to keep her eyes open.
Caydee looked as exhausted as a six year old could look.Why did Mama forget me?
I sighed deeply and gave her a small closed-tooth smile.
With heavy shoulders, I turned back around and rested myforehead against the steering wheel. For Caydees sake, I wish I
could have made up some reasonable excuse for my mothers
negligence. But no words of comfort spilt from my mouth and I
couldnt even bring myself to offer hersome encouragement.
My mind was blank, my strength was running on empty, andsplinters of fractures were shivering even further through my
synthetic faade.
So, more to myself I asked, Why did Mama forget us?
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five.Saturday came to be a quiet one. Caydee and I woke up
early and I made her some breakfast and put on her favorite
cartoons. I decided to get a head-start on homework sincenothing else seemed to be plaguing my schedule for that day.
When we had gotten home last night, I had allowed my sister tosleep in my bed. It wasnt like she had asked, but having Caydeeclose to me comforted me as much as it did for her. As she slept
under my chin, I securely wrapped an arm over her and tried to
muffle my sobs into her hair. I cried for a good while before my
eyes grew tired of the salty tears and I eventually drifted intosleep. Caydee never knew about my usual night time routine.
Before bed was when I was finally alone and I could surrender
the sobs that harbor during the day. But I never ever wanted her
to know that her big sister cries.
I typed carelessly on my laptop, looking up research for
Government History class that I, along with all my fellow
students, really didnt care about. Because really, memorizing
all the Amendments sure sounded like an exciting way to fill mySaturday. And when it seemed that was all the excitement that
was going to happen, suddenly my screen popped with an instantmessage.
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JADEMICH
10:01 a.m.
Hi lexi, its Jaden.
Uh, hello? The message took me by surprise and I foundmyself typing and deleting what I would say back. In all
honesty, what I initially was going to type was something like,
Well, who else would have that screen name? or a sarcastic,
Creativity points for you. Good old smart ass Lexi. And even
though I was enticed to do one of the two or both, I decided to go
with something dry and classic.
LEXILUTHOR
10:04 a.m.
Hi Jaden, its Lex Luthor. lol. Whats up?
I clicked send and hoped that if anything, it would make him
laugh. I went back to studying the third Amendment offGoogle,all the while hoping that whoever explained these Amendments
on this site were factual and not B.S-ing me. Oh, Wikipedia,
how you have done me wrong in the past.
JADEMICH
10:06 a.m.
Haha. Sweet. Well, I feel like you just needed to hearsomething.
I raised my eyebrows. Oh, do enlighten me.
LEXILUTHOR10:07 a.m.
And whats that?
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JADEMICH
10:09 a.m.
Just keep smiling. No matter what.
JADEMICH has signed off.
And with that, he left, leaving me to stare at my laptop's
screen with a furrowed brow. Caydee called something from the
couch and after a few moments, it registered in my mind she was
asking if I could make her something to eat. I robotically got up
from the computer and began to fix her a sandwich, my fingersbusying with bread and bologna, but my mind mystified at how
in the world Jaden Michellen knew to encourage me, especiallywhen my spirit was at such a fractured state.
If only I could have brought myself to do the same for him.
Sunday passed without any more confrontations or drama to
excite my dull life. My mom walked down the stairs for the first
time in a week to retrieve a cup of water, but she was quick toretreat back up the steps to the confines of her dark room. She
didn't even acknowledge my sister as she ran up to my mother
and hugged her legs, near begging if she would sing the ABCswith her. My mom dismissed her without a word, peeling her
little arms from her kneecaps before quickly returning up thestairs. Caydee was left at the bottom, looking up the steps as
though my mothers figure would come back to her. After a few
moments, she turned and went to watch more T.V, singing
lightly to the tunes that played on the childs show. Caydee, I
knew, was so forgiving of the people who least deserved herforgiveness.
And later that night, I brought some top-ramen soup and a
fork to my mothers bedroom. I set it down on her night-standand she rolled over in bed to look at me past the crumpled
covers.Lexi, honey? Her voice was faded and rough. Will you
get me some more water?
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I gave her a smug look, turned on my heel, and stomped outof the room. Get it yourself, I snappedbefore the door
slammed shut behind me, the hinges always a victim to my fury.
See, unlike my sister, I still had to work on the farfetched idea offorgiveness.
Monday came around with promises of a calming school
day. When I told Kimberly at lunch about Jaden's instant
message, she promptly interrogated me if he had asked about
her. I rolled my eyes as she clung to my shoulder and begged for
an answer. I couldnt give her the glum answer that no, Jadendidnt ask about her (in truth I wasnt sure if he evenremembered who she was), so I just said, Tell you what, Ill slip
you in the conversation next time. I probably wouldnt, but I
didnt tell her that.
On Tuesday evening, I found myself exhausted mid-waythrough homework. I slammed my text book shut and threw the
work aside. I eagerly opened my laptop in search of something
to fixate my boredom. Social media was dull to me andYouTube videos weren't so popular in search of mild
entertainment unless they were about funny cats, so instead, I
logged onto my instant messenger. Jaden was online so Idecided to send him a message.
LEXILUTHOR
6:25 p.m.
Heeey Jaden.
How awkward.
JADEMICH6:28 p.m.Hey Lexi whatsup
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LEXILUTHOR
6:30 p.m.
Nm. Just wondering how you knew to send me that
msg the other day?
JADEMICH
6:30 p.m.
I didnt.
Well, that made me feel stupid so I decided to make some convo.
LEXILUTHOR6:32 p.m.
Okayy, well it helped. Thanks.
Life was easier back in elementary school.
Ugh, Lexi. Making convo didnt mean stating an obvious yet
completely factual statement.
JADEMICH
6:34 p.m.
Agreed. Havent been happy since then.
Those memories are my best.
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LEXILUTHOR
6:35 p.m.
Same. So many that I forgot about . . .
What if I sent you a message everyday of a memory when
we were kids? Idk. That would help me too
Now were talking. I wiggled my shoulders and straightened
in my seat, feeling proud of the idea.
JADEMICH
6:37 p.m.
Ya. That would help a lot.
So it was settled and without another word, I signed off.
Caydee had run up to me, asking if I could sing the ABCs with
hersince Mama couldnt. I nodded, shut the computer andblinked from my trance of conversing back and forth with Jaden
Michellen. I turned to my sister and sang the childhood tune
with her, giggling as she struggled to make it down the letters.She reached the letterSbefore looking to me for help.
I thought you knew all of it, I said.
I did, she replied, fiddling her fingers on her bottom lip.But I forgot. I used to sing with Mama every day so I wouldnt
forget.With a gentle grab of her arms, I slipped off the chair and
knelt so I was eyelevel with her. Wellyou have me, I saidsoftly. She nodded, her eyes kept to the ground and I sighed
deeply. It crushed me to see my baby sister so glum.
So, with a smirk that I tried to bite down, I scrunched my
nose and let my fingers trail to her ribs. Andyou have me totickle you! I scurried my fingers under her arms and in herneck. She laughed and ran away and I chased after her, the
sounds of our laughter filling the empty pockets of that sad
house.
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JADEMICH
3:30 p.m.
Great one. Thanks Lexi.Keep smiling.
I wondered if, Keep smiling would become his newsignature.
Thursday, in my first period Government class, I was in the
middle of writing an essay for my long awaited Amendment test
when a new memory popped vibrantly in my mind.I suddenly straightened in my desk, accidently blurting aloud
an, Oh yeah!
I tried to catch the words with a clasp of my hand but it was
too late. My voice echoed through the classroom, making fellow
students curiously turn in their seats or flinch from my suddenoutburst. From next to me, Kimberly passed me a concerning
look as she stifled a giggle under her palm.Is there a problem, Ms. Van Buren? my ancient looking
professor spoke beneath his salt and pepper mustache. He hadbeen busily correcting previous tests at his desk and was glaring
at me from over half-moon glasses.
I cleared my throat nervously as all eyes critically bore down
on me. No, I said shakily, feeling self conscious. I justIjust remembered something.
My professor rose his puffy eyebrows. Well, I hope that
somethinghelps you ace that test.
I nodded, and when he glanced back down at the papers
cluttering his desk, I flattened my left palm and wrote on it the
words: Push Tag.
When I got home, I again went straight to my laptop, feelingeager with my reason of outburst during my class that day. I
ducked a glance at my palm just to stir the memories again.
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LEXILUTHOR
6:33 p.m.
Remember when you and I got benched together
because we made up that new game of Push Tag??
. . . . where to tag the person you had to push them
down on the ground??
JADEMICH
6:35 p.m.
And someone ratted us out to the teacher that you, meand my brother were the minds behind all those kids
getting hurt!
We made history at that school with how many third graderswere sent to the nurses office that week with skinned knees and
bruised elbows. But no kid went there sad. No matter how
battered they were, they were escorted to the nurses office with
beaming smiles from the exhilaration of the game.
LEXILUTHOR
6:37 p.m.
.I think that was Kimberly! hahah
JADEMICH
6:37 p.m.
BITCH! lol.
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I clasped three fingers over my mouth as I tried not to laugh.Next time Kimberly asked if she was brought in one of our
conversations, Im not sure ifId be able to control myself.
LEXILUTHOR
6:39 p.m.
We were like the Charles Mansons of that school!
I thought it was a clever statement and I inwardly patted
myself on the back, but it didnt trigger a response from Jaden.After five minutes of no reply, I typed in something else. I know
its against girl code to send a guy two texts, messages, orbrainwaves in a row, but Jaden wasnt someone I crushed on.
He was like my little brother and I always found myself
worrying over him as though I truly were his blood sister.
LEXILUTHOR
6:44 p.m.
Its your fault though btw. You were too strong
JADEMICH
6:45 p.m.
It seems Im always too strong.
I cocked my head and dabbled my fingertips along the keys
as I searched for something to reply.
LEXILUTHOR
6:46 p.m.
But at least you are.
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Lame, Lexi. I bit my lip and waited for his response.
JADEMICH6:47 p.m.
You are too.
LEXILUTHOR6:47 p.m.
Yaaaa...I kno. I have to be for my sister.
I looked over at Caydee thoughtfully. She was at the end ofthe table, quietly coloring a picture. She did as most young kids
didburned the crayons onto the paper until they snapped inhalf. I smiled softly as she made a noise of frustration as yet
another crayon shattered beneath her stubby fingers.
JADEMICH
6:49 p.m.
Why?
And Im not sure exactly why I answered his why, perhaps itwas the security of being hidden behind a computer screen, but I
finally unveiled my fractured home life. It was in mild,indistinct sentences, but it was the most I had told anybody, ever.
I was hesitant though, knowing that Jaden, like anybody, would
prod me with questions as soon as I clicked send and then more
truth would be chiseled away. It made me feel uncomfortableand a little fearful of revealing such secrets but for some reason,I sent the message. Just as I had predicted, the simple, fragile
sentences of my moms drug usage and how I was the primary
caretaker of a six year old lead to details I thought would forever
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be confined in the dark shadows of my tainted mind. Jadenasked questionsones that werent invasive that Id shut down,
but questions that made me self-evaluate:
Do you ever wonder about your father?Have you tried talking to your mom about this?Why not admit her to a rehab?Do you have family you can live with?Whatll happen when you got to college in a few years?
My answers were as simple and vague as they could be not
because I didnt want to elaboratebricks felt like they weretoppling off my shoulders with the online therapy sessionbut
because in truth, I wasnt completely trusting in my answers. I
didnt know if they were the right ones or if I were completely
sure of them. Maybe it was because I was so intent on surviving
day by day that I hadnt had time to sit and contemplate the lifegiven to me and how to change it.
Yes, all the time.
Yes, all the time.
Do that, then what are me and Caydee gonna do?
No fam. They all gave up on my mom. idk where they are.
At the last question, the one about what I would do once I
went to college, I had glanced up to Caydee. She had her littletongue poked out in deepened concentration. The same red
crayon was near chiseled off so it was just a small stub. I turned
back to the computer and again, in thought, I lightly skimmedmy fingertips over the keys. Then the answer seemed to whisper
in my ears.
Ill take Caydee with me.
And from that something I had least expected: Jaden tried to
relate with me. He told me that he didnt have much of a mothereither and that through their growing up, Trey had always looked
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out for him like I was doing for my sister. Their mom was ahard drug userhe didnt want to specify what the drug of
choice was, but I could use my imagination. She had walked out
on Mitch and their two sons when they were just in third grade.Now she lived in a trailer park somewhere in the deserts ofNevada.
Third grade. I had known the Michellen brothers for three
years by the time we hit third grade. Our friendships at that time
were growing thickerTrey and I hanging out every day during
recess and lunchtime and usually with Jaden in tow. And yet, as
I retreated further back into my chair, trying to reply memories
of the two brothers in my head, not once had I sensed the sadnessor grief they surely felt. They masked their emotions so well for
being so young, making any faade I had built with hidden tears
and conserved anger now look absolutely weak and foldable.
How could I not have seen the day that they internally mourned
the loss of their mother? Wasnt there a dayany day I couldrememberthat maybe Treys smiles werent as bright and
uplifting in each cheek, or his usually luminous blue eyes were
darker and dimmer in sadness, or when Jaden was quieter thanusual and less participative in our handball games?
It puzzled me, and weighted my spine a little knowing they
both had fooled me as they did everyone else. Perhaps, Iwondered, I wasnt fooled at all. No, perhaps, even as a child, I
was sunk deep beneath a sea of ignorance, the waves cracking
over my head and spilling obliviousness into my ears.
How sad was it that I, being one of their greatest childhood
friends, was so unaware of one of their first tremendouslydamaging struggles? The guilt made me suddenly feel ashamed
and uneasy so I said a quick goodbye to Jaden and signed off
almost instantly. I slowly shut my laptop and folded my head
into my hands. I shook my