Your face, your laugh, your smile had become like a silhouette like you walked from a photograph and left behind haloes of blackness around my world.
I can't breathe.
I can't sleep.
My mind is screaming.
My body is aching.
It is an ache that comes and goes, always returning in slow quiet moments.
I want to be wrapped in your arms again, to talk and laugh like we once did. I want you to see how your absence has downed to me, I want to hear you complain about something stupid I did,
I want to come back home from work to the beautiful picture of you preparing dinner, or to the stressed-out you on the couch, waiting patiently for me to come home,
A voice called and I was once more brought into my reality.
My life was sweet like gingerbread but now there's a cookie-cutter hole right in the center...
I stood staring at my bedroom floor to ceiling mirror, anxious and a little terrified if I was being honest, you will understand eventually.
"You can do this." I gave myself the final pep talk, then taking in a deep breath, I turned around and walked out of the bedroom.
I made the stroll down the hall and stood in front of Mr. Hertz's office. I remained still at the door, wringing my hands together nervously.
Why was I so nervous? Speaking to him about granting me little freedom shouldn't be so overwhelming, after all, he was my Guardian and Guardians are known to be fun and approachable, at least that's what I heard.
I thought as I held firmly to the handle, before pushing the door open,
"Mr. Hertz?" I whispered as I tiptoed my way into his grey painted office with a floor-to-ceiling window.
One thing I appreciated so much about his office was the fresh mint scent that hits your nostrils as you step in, then there is the chilling air and then the view.
I recall as a kid, I would always cower into his office, it had the most beautiful outline of the city, I got busted most of the time and he would get so mad.
I snickered at the memories and I took my eyes ahead, that was when I noticed him, he was seated behind his mahogany desk, eyes focused on a paper on his left hands.
"The answer is, No."
He didn't even wait for me to start or lift me even a mere glance,
"You haven't heard it yet." I insisted, making my walk to him, "Would you like to hear it?" He pays me any attention. "Fine.." I decided to just get it over with, before he shuts me out,
"So, uh, um... My school is having this very important excursion in Chicago this weekend--" I paused to take in his reaction, before continuing with my petition, "And, I was wondering if maybe you could sign my permission slip and I could attend--" I halted my words when I watched the pen drop off his hand.
He lifted his eyes to me, clenching his jaw as if I had said something abominable.
"I-It's just for a week." I stuttered.
"You know the rules, Alison." He said.
I had a feeling he would say those words, I have heard him say those exact words my entire life, only this time he said my full name.
"Please." I pleaded, wishing it would somehow touch his bitter cold heart and let me out of the gates, I had been looking forward to the trip for months.
I needed the trip,
I really did need the trip,
I needed to make it out of the gates and free myself from his tight clutch, even if it was for just a week or a day.
"The answer is no, Now leave.."
"Please..." I pleaded with him, "I promise I will be safe and on my best behavior. You can even have Sam come along." I begged with joint hands, almost to the point of kneeling but he remained adamant,
"Out, Ali." He growled.
I murmured and grumbled, holding back the dying longing to punch him hard in the face. I should have known better than to come to him. He never listens. Honestly, at this point, I would have had a better chance with Voldemort.
Anyway, my name is Alison Becky Stone, I'm a 17 year old High School senior. I live in Sydney, Australia. I also have never met my parents, I can't remember them either, according to our housekeeper Henna, they left me with Mr. Hertz when I was just a child.
I always knew it was a soothing way of saying they were dead.
I feel sad at times, just maybe if they were still alive, I wouldn't have had to deal with Mr. Grumpy pants, I chuckled at the thought.
"So?" Henna asked as I stepped into the kitchen. I shook my head and sat down on a chair, resting my elbows on the island with a huff,
"Sorry, maybe next time." She gave me an apologetic smile, the same one I received every time I got a rejection from him.
He was so difficult, I let out a silent sigh.
"This is just his way of protecting you." She said.
"From what? high school teenagers." I raised my voice, everyone always said he was protecting me, which is why he was so strict with me, but no one ever dares to mention what he was protecting me from, So I got tired of hearing it.
"The world is a dangerous place Ali, especially for a man like David." There she goes again, she was always defending him, one would assume she had a thing for him, "He's a good man." She added,
"Who likes being in constraining everything and everyone around him, it's like the man feeds off power and control. I can't wait till I turn 18, then I would be out of here." I planned to travel far away once I turned 18, let's see how he stops me then, I thought.
"Ali, You know-" Henna started again with the pep talk and I immediately perceived where the conversation was heading,
"Uh, I have homework!" I said, darting upstairs to my room. I didn't need to hear more melodic praises of Mr. Hertz, for me to know that he was just a control freak.
I was staring at the city from my office window when I heard a light knock on the door.
"Enter--" Not a second later the door swung open,
Came Henna's voice, by the sound of her voice, I could immediately tell she was upset about something or someone.
"What has she done?" I asked. That girl is always up to something.
"You tell me?" I raised a brow and she frowned, folding her hands to her chest, "You promised, you'd give her a break."
"No, I said I would consider it. That was never me making a promise to her."
"Let her be David. She's been excited and obsessing over this trip for months ~"
"It's too dangerous," I said sharply, settling in loads of work on my desk.
"Would you at least give it a thought?" She paused, waiting for my response, and when I don't answer, "Are you even listening?"
"I'm not letting her out of my sight, that's final, now drop it." I snarled irritated with the conversation, it was heading nowhere.
"I know you think you are protecting her from the world, but you are only making her hate you, we both know that's not what you want." She said calmly.
I sighed, "Henna, drop it.."
She stared at me for a while, before turning around to leave, murmuring things only she could hear under her breath on the way.
I heard the door close and let out a huff.
If only Alison knew how much danger she's in by being so careless, then she would take things more seriously.