Blessings

I'm a Friend

It has been at least half an hour since Katt left. I stayed in Lynx’s room for a few hours after that before I pulled myself up. Lynx is lying in his hospital bed wrapped up in gauze to where I can barely see his pointy face. He looks so terrible, I want him back. I keep thinking that it’s my fault he got hurt it’s my fault for leaving him there alone to fight those things. He is to brave for his own good. He is my protector though but I didn’t want him to get himself hurt. I guess I should have stayed but it’s too late now.
   I head down to the bar even though I’m a minor and buy a drink. I guzzle it down to the last drop and smash the bottle down. Man I hate alcohol, I can’t stand it but right now it helps the pain. My dad was a drinker. He would always come home drunk and mom would set him down with some coffee. He would cheat on her every time he saw a ‘pretty’ girl. I can’t blame her for not leaving him though; he was the one that made the money in the house. His job wasn’t the greatest though we were poor and rarely had food that is why he drank. He would sleep with other women because my mom wouldn’t let him; they said they didn’t need any more mouths to feed. I don’t want to turn out like my parents. I don’ want to be poor or drunk. That is why I seem intimidating why I make a living. I want to be successful in my life.
   I wake up on the bar table with empty bottles of beer by me and wonder if they’re mine, probably. I’ve let myself go already, I need a shower. I mumble some stuff to the barkeep and lay money down so I go to my room. I run a hot bath and make some hot chocolate, still wobbly from the booze. I lie down and drink the hot chocolate. I try to sleep but I can’t close my eyes long enough without having a nightmare. The last time I slept I thought about my parents in a better life, but even then that cruel fate occurred. I can’t have relief until I know that that monster is dead. I wish there was another way but I can’t bring myself to do so. All I can think about is his face his eyes staring at my soul and how golden they were.
   I sit up in my bed and a bright light flashes in my eyes. The way his eyes sparkled I’ve seen that. All I see are the eyes and they change to blue with gold specks in them. I’ve seen those before… somewhere how could I forget. The next thing I know is I’m dreaming and all I feel is the ice in my body draining from me. I look up only to see those eyes golden watching me as I die and they change to a kind look and I feel stronger than before. “… How am I…,” I stutter. A voice as thick as honey tells me to stay calm.
“I’m a friend”.