It's Not Possible


I missed food. That thought always struck me whenever people were cooking. I had no clue what it was, it looked overly complicated. The mother was adding herbs and spices carefully whilst listening to the girl talk about her first day. I sat, cross-legged against the wall by the doorway into the room, only half-listening.

“I managed to make two friends I think. Scott seems nice. Jenny's amazing, she showed me to every class – even when we didn't have class together,” she said. My eyes widened and I listened more closely. There had to be dozens of Jenny's, the chances that-

“I can't believe people bully her, she's so nice. And who makes taunts out of someone losing a sibling? That's just sick,” she muttered, leaning against the counter on the opposite side of the cooker, crossing her arms. Jenny was being bullied? I clenched a fist, gritting teeth I didn't even have anymore together. I wanted to find whoever was bothering her, but I couldn't. The only thing I could do was stay in this damn house.

“Kids can be twisted sometimes Edie,” her mother replied. Her voice had a soothing quality to it. The girl dropped her shoulder a little at the words, sighing. Edie … what was a weird name.

“Is the heating on?” the dad called from the living room.

“Yes, dear,” the mother replied.

“Oh,” he murmured. “ I swear there was a cold gust just now.” I would've told him it was me, but it'd be a waste. I'd learnt long ago that no amount of yelling made anyone notice me. I sighed in boredom and stood up, walking into the living room. I glanced at the remote, which was on the sofa armchair. The father had some documentary on about old castles. Definitely wasn't going to watch TV when this guy was around. I smirked and pressed the off button on the remote. He let out an annoyed sound as the TV blinked off and picked up the remote quickly, turning it back on.

“Weird,” he murmured. I could've pushed it and turned off the TV again, but it wasn't worth the effort. I left the living room, heading for the stairs. At the same time the girl – Edie – left the kitchen. Hazel eyes widened for a split second and I frowned. Could she see me? No, that's not possible. The expression passed quickly and she spun around, heading upstairs. I hesitated, watching her walk. As she passed the hallway window the last dredges of evening light hit her, making her mocha skin shimmer a little.

I followed, out of boredom. What else did I have to do? I was following her into her room when she shut the door suddenly. I blinked, starring at the wood. Not that the door would stop me. Something about the gesture seemed too violent, like she was telling me to stay out. Which isn't possible. I considered sticking my head in there anyway when I heard the shuffle of clothing. I went back to the attic instead. I wasn't about to be a perv.

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