That night was spent in utter silence. She was sitting in the dining room with the table covered to overflowing with sketchbooks, pens and pencils. I decided to sit on the couch and write some lyrics to get my mind off thinking about my family. I still felt guilty about reading her diary. I knew it wasn’t right but I just couldn’t help myself.
“Taylor?” I looked up when I could hear her call my name.
“Yeah?” I asked and looked up from my pad of paper and pencil.
“Can you give me your opinion on this?” She said and looked over in my direction.
“Sure.” I smiled. I put down my writing supplies on the coffee table and walked over towards her.
“What do you want my opinion on?” I asked.
“This first draft. I have to come up with an idea for and expressionism project using clay.” She said and looked up and deeply into my eyes.
“Uh…I…what do you have so far?” I asked. She pointed down towards a large piece of paper. On the paper it was open to was a figure kneeling with it’s head pressed to it’s lap and its hands were holding tightly to its knees. I noticed it didn’t have a face, fingers or toes. This picture to me, looked incredibly sad.
“I think that’s good. What emotion are you going for?” I asked.
“Sadness?” She said and looked at me seriously.
“Why did you choose that emotion?” I made no hesitation to sit down next to her and look at her while she propped her face on her hand.
“It illustrates what I feel.” She said and looked back down at her drawing.
“Why are you upset?” I asked and leaned in.
“I seem to always be that way…I really don’t want to talk about it. I just wanted your opinion. Do you think this illustrates it?” She asked and looked at me seriously again.
“Uh…y-yes.” I stuttered.
“Good.” She said and looked away from me. I took that to be my cue to leave her alone. I sat back down on the sofa and picked my paper and pencil again. I stopped and yawned and then thought that I should go in and take a shower.
“I’ll be back in awhile.” I said.
“Um…” She said, ignoring me. I walked into the bathroom and stopped, noticing a pair of panty hose draped over the shower rod.
“Phyllis!” I yelled. I came out and walked back towards the dining room.
“Phyllis?” I looked and noticed she was no longer in her seat.
“PHYLLIS!” I yelled louder.
“TAYLOR!” I stopped suddenly when I could hear her yell my name. She came out of her room, diary in hand with her teeth grinding.
“Uh…” I looked at her wide-eyed and in fear.
“What the hell happened to my journal!” She said angrily.
“I…I…” I began to stammer again.
“DID YOU READ IT!” She yelled.
“I…I…yes.” I lowered my head in embarrassment.
“I can’t believe you did that! I had it under my mattress! The lock is all busted to hell!” She said, and shook the book at me.
“I’m-I’m sorry.” I began to apologize as I could feel my face go flush.
“You invaded my privacy! How would you like it if I did that to you?” She said and put her hands on her hips.
“Phyllis…I’m really sorry.” I said and took a step forward.
“NO! Just…just go take your shower and do me a favor…don’t go in my room to clean anymore.” She said and turned on her heal, leaving me to stand there like a fool. I sighed to myself and went back into the bathroom. I pulled the pantyhose off the shower rod and put them on the towel rod. I closed the door but didn’t lock it and started the water while I got undressed. I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. I didn’t understand really what the purpose of me being there was. I was wrecking it already. I should of known better. I shook my head and walked into the shower, closing the curtain behind me.
I finished in the shower and got out and wrapped a towel around my waist. Just as I looked into the mirror, I could feel my wings burst out of my back without warning. They seemed bigger than they did the last time making it hard for me to move around the bathroom without bumping into something. I turned my head and brought my left wing around so I could inspect it.
“Oh…” I looked in the mirror and could see the door was open a crack and Phyllis’ eyes were looking at me. I grimaced to myself and watched as she quickly shut the door. I turned, allowing my wings to recede and disappear. I pressed my ear to the door and listened as she began to talk to herself.
“Oh my god…Oh my god…I didn’t just see what I thought I saw…or did I see what I thought I saw…CHRIST! What the hell…I’m going insane. He didn’t have wings…no…he couldn’t have…he couldn’t…could he?” I shrugged my shoulders and walked out of the bathroom to see her standing there, wide-eyed and in total confusion.
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