“I don’t understand why you just can’t be normal Margaret!”
“What do you mean normal? Since when have you cared about me being normal?!”
“I’ve cared about you being normal since my coworkers keep asking what’s wrong with my girlfriend. You don’t go out and if you do it’s because I have to practically drag you into going out!”
“What are you trying to say huh? That I need to change who I am?!”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying Margaret! I just wish you’d stop being so fucking weird!”
I shot up in bed, sweat pouring down my face. Sweat had thoroughly soaked my hair and the pajamas I was wearing. My eyes flickered over to the small clock that sat beside the bedroom. 1:30 AM.
“Not this shit again,” I muttered to myself as I threw the covers off my body. I quietly swung my feet over the side of the bed even though everyone else was sleeping upstairs. Just because I was the only one down here does not mean I needed to be an ass.
The wooden floorboards creaked beneath my feet as I exited the bedroom. Taking a sharp right, I opened the door to the back porch and stepped outside. The cool fall breeze was refreshing as it hit my skin. My arms wrapped themselves around my waist as I approached the porch railing.
The expansive backyard was the perfect place for Audrey and Thomas’ wedding. To save even further money, the ceremony and reception were going to be held in the same space. I wasn’t sure it could be done but when Audrey put her mind to something, it usually happened.
I would never admit it but part of me is jealous of Audrey. She has found the guy she wants to spend the rest of her life with. I cannot even find a guy that I could imagine spending half a year with much less the rest of my life. Or, better yet, a guy that can put up with my eccentricities long enough to make it six months.
Minutes passed as the wind continued racing past me. The once refreshing wind turned ice-cold as it chilled my skin. My skin became rough with goosebumps, but I continued staring out into the open space. After a few more moments, I relented and began making my way inside. If I do not at least try to go back to sleep, I would stay up for the rest of the night and that would not be good for ANYONE.
As I put my hand on the doorknob, I heard what sounded like soft footsteps approaching me. You are just hearing things Margaret. It is nearly 2 in the morning. You are just sleep-deprived.
Shaking my head, I softly turned the knob and opened the door. When I crossed the threshold, I was met with the barrel of a gun jabbed in between my eyes. I let out an ear-piercing scream, falling to the floor in the process.
When my body hit the floor, Declan appeared from the shadows. Upon further inspection, I saw that it was his hands that were attached to the gun that was pressed between my eyes moments ago.
“What the fuck is your problem?” I yelled out, my face red with anger.
“What the hell are you doing sneaking around like that?” Declan yelled back, lowering the gun to his side.
“Sneaking around? I went to the backyard! Considering I’m staying here, I wouldn’t consider that sneaking around.” I raised a hand to roughly swipe at the sweat gathering on my forehead. “Besides, that hardly warrants a gun stuffed into my fucking face!”
Audrey came rushing around the corner, her nightgown swishing wildly around her ankles. “Margaret, what’s going on? Why are you screaming?”
I launched off the ground into a standing position, careful to keep my distance from Declan and the gun. “I couldn’t sleep so I went to the backyard. When I went to come back in, fuckface here- “I gestured angrily towards Declan. “decided to point a gun in my face, nearly scaring me half to death!”
“I thought that someone was breaking into the house!” He responded, holstering the gun in the pocket of his sweatpants.
“Why do you even have a gun with you?”
“Remember Mags, I work in private security. It’s registered to me.” I somehow narrowed my eyes even further at Declan. Just when I thought this man would be halfway tolerable.
As I opened my mouth to fire back a reply, Audrey raised a hand in the air, cutting me off as a mother would to her child. “Enough. I get what you were trying to do Declan- “She paused, mulling over her words. “but don’t you think pressing the gun into her face was a little extreme?”
Declan nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. “What do you want me to say Audrey?”
“Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe ‘I’m sorry Margaret for stuffing a gun into your face?’” Declan’s eyes hardened as he stared at Audrey. He knew she was right, but he would never admit it.
I raised both my hands in surrender, brushing past the two of them to walk inside. “Forget about. It’s done. It’s nothing years of therapy won’t fix.” I resisted the urge to snap around when I heard Declan chuckle from behind me.
I ignored Audrey’s calls to me as I made my way back to the bedroom, shutting the door behind me. I could hear Audrey and Declan’s hushed voices arguing about something as I crawled back into bed, knowing full well that I was not going to fall asleep for the rest of the night.