Tourette's Syndrome ||h.s.||
Chapter 2
Sunday March 29th, 2015
The house was quiet, except for the sudden sound of rain. My brother, Derek was at work as far as I knew. I sat at the breakfast bar, eating dry cinnamon toast crunch and reading more of Perks of Being a Wallflower. It's my favorite book and I'm constantly rereading it.
"Ara? Are you home?" Called out Derek.
"Yeah I'm in the kitchen!" I answered.
My brother is a police officer, he works long shifts and I rarely see him.
"Really again?" He asked gesturing to my book.
"You know its my favorite." I said smiling.
After that goddamn awful incident, we moved four years ago to Johnson City, about three hours south. So Derek and I grew very close, he's all I have. Maybe I'm okay being mostly alone.
"How's it being back?" He asked.
"It's alright I guess." I said sipping my juice.
"That's good." He said grabbing a beer.
"Did you recognize anybody?" He asked.
"No, everyone's changed its been four fucking years." I said laughing.
"True." He said smiling.
"Do you have a cigarette?" I asked.
"You know I always do." He said laughing.
The rain had slowed down, now it was just a drizzle. We sat under my small covered porch.
"Maybe one day we'll quit these things." He said taking a drag.
"Maybe." Maybe I repeated taking it from him.
I let the smoke feel my lungs. I began to relax nearly immediately. I passed it back to him.
"I only have one when I need it now though." I said.
Does Harry smoke?
Wouldn't he like choke to death if he started ticking?
Can he control some of his tics?
Thoughts were filling my mind.
"What's on your mind?" He asked.
Harry.
I should probably answer.
"Nothing. How was work?" I asked quickly changing the subject.
"It was alright, just a couple speeding tickets. Nothing too exciting." He said scratching his beard.
"That's good." I replied.
"What do you want for dinner?" He asked.
"Can you make that special flat bread pizza?" I asked.
"Yeah, you're helping though." He said smiling.
"Don't I always?" I said retuning the smile.
We headed back inside, and began to make the pizza. It had tomatoes, basil, and a shit load of cheese. That's one of my favorite things about Derek he was an amazing brother and cook. I turned on the speakers White Iverson flooded through the speakers.
"I'm saucin, saucin..." He sang spreading tomato sauce on the crust.
We continued to make the pizza me layering the cheese, and Derek putting on the tomatoes. The next song was Chocolate by The 1975. Derek slid the pizza in the oven and set the timer.
***
I laid on the couch staring blankly at the TV. After four slices of pizza and three beers my eyes began to tire.
I want to know more about him.
That's the last thing I remember before I drifted away.
Hope you liked. The next chapter will be better. -Dee xx
The house was quiet, except for the sudden sound of rain. My brother, Derek was at work as far as I knew. I sat at the breakfast bar, eating dry cinnamon toast crunch and reading more of Perks of Being a Wallflower. It's my favorite book and I'm constantly rereading it.
"Ara? Are you home?" Called out Derek.
"Yeah I'm in the kitchen!" I answered.
My brother is a police officer, he works long shifts and I rarely see him.
"Really again?" He asked gesturing to my book.
"You know its my favorite." I said smiling.
After that goddamn awful incident, we moved four years ago to Johnson City, about three hours south. So Derek and I grew very close, he's all I have. Maybe I'm okay being mostly alone.
"How's it being back?" He asked.
"It's alright I guess." I said sipping my juice.
"That's good." He said grabbing a beer.
"Did you recognize anybody?" He asked.
"No, everyone's changed its been four fucking years." I said laughing.
"True." He said smiling.
"Do you have a cigarette?" I asked.
"You know I always do." He said laughing.
The rain had slowed down, now it was just a drizzle. We sat under my small covered porch.
"Maybe one day we'll quit these things." He said taking a drag.
"Maybe." Maybe I repeated taking it from him.
I let the smoke feel my lungs. I began to relax nearly immediately. I passed it back to him.
"I only have one when I need it now though." I said.
Does Harry smoke?
Wouldn't he like choke to death if he started ticking?
Can he control some of his tics?
Thoughts were filling my mind.
"What's on your mind?" He asked.
Harry.
I should probably answer.
"Nothing. How was work?" I asked quickly changing the subject.
"It was alright, just a couple speeding tickets. Nothing too exciting." He said scratching his beard.
"That's good." I replied.
"What do you want for dinner?" He asked.
"Can you make that special flat bread pizza?" I asked.
"Yeah, you're helping though." He said smiling.
"Don't I always?" I said retuning the smile.
We headed back inside, and began to make the pizza. It had tomatoes, basil, and a shit load of cheese. That's one of my favorite things about Derek he was an amazing brother and cook. I turned on the speakers White Iverson flooded through the speakers.
"I'm saucin, saucin..." He sang spreading tomato sauce on the crust.
We continued to make the pizza me layering the cheese, and Derek putting on the tomatoes. The next song was Chocolate by The 1975. Derek slid the pizza in the oven and set the timer.
***
I laid on the couch staring blankly at the TV. After four slices of pizza and three beers my eyes began to tire.
I want to know more about him.
That's the last thing I remember before I drifted away.
Hope you liked. The next chapter will be better. -Dee xx
This book just brings me.such joy!
7/28/16