Misty Eyes

Misty Eyes

Misty Irene Iris’ Journal
Entry for April 1, 2010

A curtain of thick, dark rolls separated the sky from the earth on this day. The brilliant glow of the sun could not pass. From the north a violent front tore through the land and chilled the air, while cold tears fell all around. Occasionally there was an intense flash and a jagged streak as high as the heavens; after that, a loud, rumbling groan shook the earth. Even in a shelter, one would be affected by such a grotesque perversion of the elements. In my case, it conjures up some of my most painful memories. The last time our climate went so foully askew-

Knock knock knock.

-I was passing the time with a game-

Knock knock knock.

-of solitaire when-

Slam! “Yo Misty Eyes!”

“Why do insist on addressing me with such insulting wordplay!” Misty screeched at the figure that swung her door open. “And what’s so urgent that you must so rudely intrude upon my personal space?”

“Well, just for the record, your ‘personal space’ is coming out of my pocket. Anyways, it’s not healthy to just sulk around all day, let alone journal about it. I bet you’re writing about how the last time we had a storm you got roasted by the whole household.”

“W-what? No! Y-you’re wrong Justin!” Misty defensively stammered with a flustered blush.

Justin couldn’t help but smirk as he saw his victim squirm. “Yeah, right. I bet you exaggerated the storm too. It’s barely even a shower.”

By now Misty had gotten so tense that Goosebumps had started to show up on her skin. “Shut up! Leave me alone!” She then proceed to throw pillows at her assailant as he chuckled in jocular amusement. “Whoa! Hey! C’mon now! You really need to loosen up, and you could start by taking a break from your journal and coming down to breakfast.”

Rising with a deep, exasperated sight, Misty tacitly but reluctantly conceded and was escorted downstairs to the kitchen. She was greeted by the smell of burnt toast and cheap aftershave. “Well well, look what the ape drug in!”

“A pleasure as always, Jake,” Misty sharply retorted as she sat down to her own plate of toast and glass of milk on the table. The kitchen enjoyed a brief silence as Misty munched on her toast, Justin collected dirty dishes and Jake read the newspaper. Misty then noticed an anomaly. “Where’d you get a paper?”

“Simple, I actually went out into public (something you should try) and bought one.”

“But you look like you just got out of bed, and besides it’s pouring outside.”

“I didn’t say I got it today.”

“Why would you read yesterday’s paper?”

“Because I didn’t get to read it yesterday.”

“Jake, not only is that paper now out of date, but you never pay attention to anything with block print.”

“I just got it for the comics, but I could see if the paper’s got anything better for you to journal about than your breakfast.”

“I don’t journal about every little thing, you know.”

“Yeah, and birds don’t fly.”

“Some don’t.”

“I can see it now: As I stared at how the cool butter had been rubbed all over that hot, steamy toast, I licked my lips and drew closer…close…closer…”

“Shut up Jake!”

“I’m sorry, you’re right, that’s giving you too much credit. You couldn’t even get to first base with Alfonzo.”

“Wait, how’d you know I dated an Alfon- have you been reading my journal?”

After giving Misty a quick mischievous glance, Jake tossed the paper aside and darted out of the kitchen with Misty on his tail. She chased him through the hall, into the foyer-

Smack!

“Oh! I’m so sorry Misty!” the girl just inside the front door cried.

“Did you ever think to knock?” Misty groaned through her hands.

“I’m sorry! I was too excited to think!”

“You must be to come all this way during a storm like this!”

“Oh yeah! When I found out I just had to tell you in person!”

“Found out what?” Jake asked as he approached.

“Jake, she was addressing me.” Misty replied with an even sharper tone than before. “That means this is none of your business, so why don’t you give me some privacy for once?”

“That sounds a little harsh, Misty,” the girl softly said. Misty simply rolled her eyes and stated “you don’t know Jake.”

“At least she knows everyone else on the block!”

“Leave!”

With a sneer and a swagger Jake departed from their sight.

“So Angie, what news could be so breathtaking?”

“I found you a new therapist!”

Misty looked as if she had just been hit with a bag of cement, and seeing Misty so caused Angie’s eyes to dim with regret. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that to sound like-“

“What was it supposed to sound like?”

“Misty, please don’t take it the wrong way. You know you still need help. Justin wouldn’t have had to take you in if you didn’t.”

“Angie, I’m doing just fine.”

“Yeah right, Misty Eyes!” Jake teased from behind the wall.

For a moment, Misty seemed to be frozen in place; then as if melting, tears started to roll down her cheeks and both her countenance and composure began to droop. Before she fully broke down she made a mad dash back down the hall. Angie’s concerned eyes followed Misty for a moment, and then fell on Jake with a stern demeanor. “Now why did you have to go and do that for? It was so uncalled for, you know how vulnerable she is right now, and you shouldn’t have even been eavesdropping in the first place!”

Jake simply shrugged off the rebuke. “Nobody has skin that thin for long, and we’re already taking every measure to keep her from doing anything that drastic again.”

Meanwhile, Justin fervently pounded on a locked bedroom door. “C’mon, just talk to me! Please! I’m sorry I ragged on you, let’s just talk this over!”

The sobbing Misty staunchly ignored the commotion at her door as she continued her journal entry.

…well, actually, never mind that incident of yore. Today waxed the worse still, and the clock’s still shy of the tenth hour…