Existing

I am 19 now. I am sitting out on the front step by myself. Mum isn't here anymore, she left last year. For the better, I suppose. My brother lives in California, in a law firm. And dad, well. He is still here in my heart. I collect the daily paper now, and I sit on the step reading that whilst drinkin my coffee with 5 sugars. I'm lonely. Occasionally friends come over, mostly not though. I work a lot. But on my days off, I find myself sitting here, on the front step staring into a blank neighbourhood.

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1. Chapter 1.

I remember when I was 7, my mum and I sat out on the front step. Watching the birds in the trees and the neighbours doing the gardening. My older brother Mason was come out with his helmet on and ride his bike around the neighbourhood with his friends. My dad would be mowing the lawn or reading the paper with us, making jokes and such.

I remember when I was 14, my mum and I sat out on the front step. I watched her age on these steps. My brother? He is in collage now. The birds arn't as loud as what they used to be. The neighbours arn't gardening anymore. The daily paper is still on the pavement infront of us, dad hasn't picked it up. Dad hasn't been home for 4 years. Cancer took him away.

I am 19 now. I am sitting out on the front step by myself. Mum isn't here anymore, she left last year. For the better, I suppose. My brother lives in California, in a law firm. And dad, well. He is still here in my heart. I collect the daily paper now, and I sit on the step reading that whilst drinkin my coffee with 5 sugars. I'm lonely. Occasionally friends come over, mostly not though. I work a lot. But on my days off, I find myself sitting here, on the front step staring into a blank neighbourhood.

No more nice yards, no more friends riding there bikes. Just nothing.

I look at the watch that hangs on my wrist, and I stand up. grabbing my empty cup and tucking the paper under my arm before walking inside. I close the door and sit the newspaper among all the other newspaper's over the past year and walk to the kitchen. I place the cup into the sink that has a few dirty plates and cutlery. And sigh, this house if quiet.

I walk down the hall and too the staircase, slowly walking up. I open the first door to my left, my brothers room. Baseball team posters fill his walls and his dresser still has his bit and pieces on it. I walk out and softly close the door as if someone is in there. I walk into my parents room, not a single thing touched since dad and mum passed away. My mother's jewelerry box is still on the floor, rings and necklaces scattered around it.

I look at the digital clock, 10am. I walk out of the room and again softly close the door. I walk into the bathroom and shower quickly. Then go into my room and dry off, pulling on my dark blue overalls for work. Seattles famous Mechanic. People still don't believe it when I tell them my occupation. But this is what my dad did.

I pull on my sneakers and walk down the stairs, I walk to the front door and open it, before walking out and locking the door behind me.

I begin walking to walk, it's a short walk. Around 10 minutes, really. There is no point of driving if it is so close, I do this from Monday to Saturday. It's really busy on the streets today, people fill the side walk as they talk on there phones and carry there brief cases. I wait unti lit is my turn to cross the road, as the signal tells me to go I begin to walk.

I turn into the mechanics and walk into the repair shed. It's hot today, I really hate Summer. "Charlie!" Paul exclaims with a smile, him and my Dad owned this buisness together when he was still alive. Now Paul and I run it. "Morning Paul." I say as I put on my belt with the tool in it and begin working on my car. "We have a new one in today, a beautiful car." He says and I look up to search for it.

A black Audi sits in the sun and I smile. "Shotgun." I say and he laughs, "Thought so." He says and goes and gets me the papers.

As closing time hits, I just finish fixing the Audi. It took all day, but if I damaged the engine then it would cost a lot of money. "Come on, park her in here so I can lock up." Paul yells as I admire the car. "Yeah, okay." I call back and jump into the car and drive it in.

As I am finishing the paperwork for the Audi, Paul walks up to me. "Charls, how are you holding up?" He asks. I got annoyed when people asks, I end up crying or something. "I am fine." He reply sternly. I don't look up, I just continue to fill out the forms. "Charlie, I mean with money." He says. Oh, well in the case, horribly. "Oh, not so good." I say, looking up this time. He begins writing down numbers on a check. "Paul.." I say, and he shakes his head and hands me the check, "I know you will pay it back." He says and I look at it. Ten thousand dollars. "Thankyou." I say and mean it. "You can go if you want, I can take it from here." He says and I stand and hug him. "See you tomorrow." I say and he nods. I begin to walk home.

As I walk home, I enter the quiet part of town. I continue to look around as I turn a corner. "Fucking hell." A man spits at his car, I continue walking. "Stupid car!" He says and I examine it quickly. Range Rover. Nice.

"Do you need a hand with that?" I offer and he looks at me. His green eyes staring into my brown ones. Prominant cheek bones sculpt his face and his curly hair is tamed. "What do you know about cars?" He bites back and I look down at my overalls that have oil marks. "Oh, more then you think." I say and walk to the front of his car. He steps aside, he is looking right at me but I ignore his stare and focus on the car. "Oh, this is so simple." I said smiling. "What is it?" He asked and I looked at him, "It's your engine." I say as I take the keys out of his hands. "When you go to start it makes a clicking noise right?" I asked and he shrugs. I open the car door and start it, and surely clicking starts. I close the door and walk around to the engine. "Basically." I start, and reach my amr far into the car engine. "You just have a." I pause as I try to reach it. Once I finally pull it out I smile, "A stick caught in your engine." I say and laugh. He looks at me and he rolls his eyes.

"Try start it now." I say and he walks around the car to start it. It starts smoothly. "There you go." I say and begin to walk away. "No worries." I call back after I don't get a thankyou and I hear a car door slam and the car speed off down the street.

Once I get home, I see a truck out the front of the neighbours house. Someone must be moving in, that place has been empty for ages. I continue to walk to my door and unlock it, walking in and closing the door behind me. I pull the check out of my pocket and stare at it. Then, I look up and take in my surroundings and begin to cry. I want my family back.

 

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