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Saturday, May 18, 2019

The Silver Linings Playbook Chapter 7

I Fear Him More Than Any some other Human BeingAfter I re relinquished to New Jersey, I thought I was safe, because I did not think Kenny G could precede the problematic place, which I realize is silly now because Kenny G is extremely talented and resourceful and a powerful force to be reckoned with.I have been sleeping in the attic because it is so ferociously hot up here. After my parents go to bed, I climb the stairs, turn off the ventilation fan, slip into my old winter sleeping bag, zipper it up so yet my eccentric is exposed, and whence sweat away the pounds. Without the ventilation fan running, the temperature climbs quickly, and soon my sleeping bag is drenched in with perspiration and I can feel myself getting thinner. I had done this for several nights, and nothing funny or unusual happened at all.But in the attic tonight Im sweating and sweating and sweating, and through the darkness, suddenly I hear the sexy synthesizer chords. I keep my eyes closed, hum a singl e note, and silently count to ten, knowing that I am only hallucinating like Dr. Patel verbalize I might, but Kenny slaps me across the face, and when I open my eyes, there he is in my parents attic, his curly head of hair of hair haloed like Jesus. The perfectly tanned forehead, that nose, that eternal five o quantify shadow and sharp jawline. The top troika buttons of his shirt are undone so that you can see a precise chest hair. Mr. G might not seem evil, but I fear him more than any other humankind being.How? How did you find me? I ask him.Kenny G winks at me and then puts his gleaming soprano sax to his lips.I shiver, even though I am drenched in sweat. Please, I beg him, just leave me aloneBut he takes a deep breath and his soprano sax starts to sing the lurid notes of Songbird and immediately Im up rightly in my sleeping bag, repetitively slamming the heel of my right hand into the little white scar above my right eyebrow, laborious to make the music stop Kenny Gs hip s are swaying right before my eyes with every brain jolt Im yelling, Stop Stop Stop Stop the termination of his instrument is in my face, pounding me with smooth jazz I feel the blood rushing up into my forehead Kenny Gs solo has reached a climax bang, bang, bang, bang And then my mother and laminitis are trying to restrain my arms, but Im screaming, Stop playing that song Just stop PleaseWhen my mother gets knocked to the floor, my don kicks me hard in the stomach which makes Kenny G vanish and kills the music and when I fall back off gasping for air, pappa jumps on my chest and punches me in the cheek, and suddenly my mom is trying to pull Dad off me and Im son of a bitch like a baby my mother is screaming at my father, give tongue to him to stop hitting me, and then hes off me and shes telling me everything is going to be okay even by and by my father has punched me in the face as hard as he could.Thats it, Jeanie. Hes going back to that hospital in the morning. Fir st thing, my father says, and then stomps down the stairs.I can hardly think, Im sobbing so loudly.My mother mounts down coterminous to me and says, Its okay, Pat. Im here.I put my head in my mothers lap and cry myself to sleep as Mom strokes my hair.When I open my eyes, the ventilation fan is back on, sun is streaming through the screen in the closest window, and Mom is still stroking my hair.How did you sleep? she asks me, forcing a smile. Her eyes are red and her cheeks are streak with tears.For a second it feels nice to be lying next to my mom, the weight of her small hand on my head, her soft voice lingering in my ear, but soon the memory of what happened the night before forces me to sit up and then my heart is pounding and a wave of dread courses through my limbs. Dont send me back to the bad place. Im sorry. Im so sorry. Please, I beg her, pleading with everything I have, because thats how much I hate the bad place and pessimistic Dr. Timbers.Youre staying right here wi th us, Mom says looking me in the eyes like she does when she is telling the truth and then she kisses me on the cheek.We go down to the kitchen, where she cooks me some delicious eggs scrambled with discontinue and tomatoes, and I actually swallow all of my pills because I feel I owe it to Mom after knocking her down and upsetting my father.I am shocked when I look at the clock and see it is already 1100 a.m. So I start my workout as soon as my plate is clean, double-timing everything just to keep up with my routine.

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