Chapter 4~ 7 Years of Bad Luck

 

            I awoke the next day to poundings and yells from my front door. It sounded like someone was trying to break into my house. At some points, it sounded like someone was crying. I ran down my stairs and opened the door, ready to put up a fight with whoever was trying to break in. My eyes got blood shot when I saw who it was.

            Robyn was pounding on my front door. Her eyes were read and blotchy, her hair was carelessly thrown up, and she was still wearing her pajamas. She was breathing heavily at the sight of me.

            “Where (gasp) is (gasp) my (even bigger gasp) book bag?” she tried to say. I stood in front of her with shock. What was wrong with Robyn? I was frightened and didn’t know what to do.

Robyn stepped inside my house and screamed at the top of her lungs, “I said WHERE IS MY BOOK BAG!”

            I cleared my throat and replied with a shaky voice, “Y-y-you left it here l-l-last n-night. I-it’s in m-m-m-y room. What’s wrong with you, R-r-robyn?”

            Before Robyn could say something back, she stormed upstairs and slammed my bedroom door open. She looked frantically through the closet, under my bed, and around my desk. She threw my full-length mirror on the ground as it shattered to pieces. She threw all my clothes on the floor and cracked all my picture frames of my friends. It was a good thing that my parents had already left for work.

            Robyn was just about to pick up my computer and smash it when I grabbed her arms and strangled her to the ground. I didn’t want to hurt her, but it was the only way to stop her from ruining my room. (As if it wasn’t ruined already.)

            “Robyn! What’s the matter with you?” I screamed. She didn’t say anything to me. Her little body was trying to fight under my grasp. I grabbed her face and made her look at me. I was about to yell at her one more time when I saw tears pour down her face. I let go of her.

            Robyn ran to the bathroom and I followed. I was afraid that she would break more things in my house. She slammed the door shut on me when she went into the bathroom. I heard Robyn cry even harder than before. She let out a scream, “What’s wrong with me?”

            I ran back to my room and found Robyn’s Nike book bag. I took the little Prozac bottle out of the tiny pocket and ran back to the bathroom. I was frustrated as I tried to open the locked door with a paper clip. I finally stormed through the door and saw something I didn’t know how to deal with. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. My eyes filled up with water.

            Robyn was kneeling down in front of the toilet. Her hands were inside her mouth. Her face was bright red. She was trying to make herself throw up. After a few minutes, she was successful. I slowly walked over to where Robyn was sitting. I took the hanging hand towel off the rack and cleaned up her face with it.

            I sat down next to Robyn and stared deeply into her eyes. Deep down inside her, I saw a desperate person crying for help. I held up the Prozac bottle in front of Robyn’s face. She took it carefully and took out 4 pills. Robyn put all of them into her mouth at the same time. I helped her walk back to my ruined bedroom. I made her lie down on my bed to get some rest and stay sober. She looked so fragile. I really hoped the pills worked.

            Robyn opened her eyes a half hour later. She looked tired and helpless. She blinked her eyes a couple times and glanced around the room. I was trying to clean up the mess she made.

            “I’m sorry,” Robyn said mournfully as she tried to sit up, “I’m sorry you had to find out about my problems like this.”

            I looked back at Robyn. Clearly, she was a different person than she was a half hour ago. “Don’t say that,” I replied.

            Robyn quickly got out of my bed and started to help me fix up things. She was trying to dry her eyes at the same time. Robyn started to collect the broken pieces of the mirror. “There goes my luck for 7 years,” Robyn whispered looking down at herself.

            “You don’t look too good. I’ll take you home to get ready for school and I’ll bring you to school,” I smiled at Robyn.

            Robyn stopped collecting the broken mirror and ran over to where I was standing. She gave me the longest and tightest hug I ever had.

            “This time, I promise I won’t have a nervous breakdown,” Robyn managed to grin as she let go of me.

            I knew she wouldn’t have another breakdown, anyway. She already took her pills for the morning. Besides, we were late for our classes already. When I took Robyn to her high school, we walked to the office together. I had to lie to the secretary so Robyn wouldn’t get in trouble for being late.

            “I’m sorry for Robyn’s tardiness. I am Robyn’s next-door neighbor and I had a little crisis at my home. Robyn helped me with it, and that’s why she’s late,” I said. I know it wasn’t the greatest lie, but it was good enough to get Robyn out of trouble. The dim-witted secretary bought it!