Wicked Things by Yolanda Olson
Bates
I watchedas the sun went down outside of my living room window.
I had damn near finished convincing myself to stay home before that started. But as the sky started to dim, so did my hopes of staying inside.
I sat in the large bean bag chair I liked to play video games in when the mood struck, and while I tried to get into that mood tonight, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay home.
I turned off the system about an hour after the sky had started to turn a pretty, burnt sienna color.
After I’d shut everything off I got up, went to my bedroom, got dressed up properly for a night out on the town with my buddies, then came back and just watched the sky.
The phone next to me on the floor began to buzz relentlessly, startling me out of my thoughts.
I glanced down and sighed when I saw the preview of the caller identity.
I reached down to pick up and swiped the call away.
Tapping on the text messaging icon, I quickly sent a note to let my friends know that I was literally walking out of the door and that I’d see them soon.
Setting the phone down, I ran a hand tiredly over my face, before I got comfortable on the bag again, clasped my hands behind my head, and went back to staring out the window.
After a few moments of watching the stars starting to appear in the still darkening sky, I let out a heavy sigh and got to my feet.
Tonight was becoming inevitable.
I didn’t have a choice but to leave the comfort of my home, to venture out into what others deemed a ‘normal society’ for a few hours.
