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Beneath Paper Cranes (a coming of age short story)

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by Svendsen, Claire




  BENEATH PAPER CRANES

  A coming of age short story

  By Claire Svendsen

  Copyright © 2013 Claire Svendsen

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  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, places or events is purely coincidental.

  To wish for something with all your heart,

  To wish and know your wish is dark,

  To want it more than the air you breathe,

  To want it so badly you almost believe.

  I have a tumor in my brain with a fancy medical name but I just like to call him Bob. It makes the whole dying young thing easier to deal with. Bob wasn't invited, he crept in when I wasn't looking and took up residence in my brain stem. I didn't even know he was there until the blinding headaches got so bad I ended up in the emergency room. That was the first time I learned Bob was squatting in there and despite several eviction attempts, Bob remains. Little bastard.

  “I really can't believe you're not going,” Chloe says.

  “What's the point?” I say, picking at a loose strand on my shirt.

  “What's the point?” She sits up on one elbow and glares at me. “The point is that I don't want to go to graduation alone, that's the point. Besides, don't you think your parents will want your diploma? You know, to frame or something?”

  “Exactly. How morbid is that? I already told them if they make a shrine of my room, I'm going to haunt them forever.”

  Chloe throws a pillow and it hits me square in the face. I grab the one I'm leaning on and toss it in her direction. It knocks a china unicorn off the shelf behind her that shatters as soon as it hits the floor. For a moment she looks mortified, then we both start to laugh. I'm throwing anything I can get my hands on, including a particularly ugly bowl I made out of clay when I was four. I completely miss her on purpose and it thuds against the wall, cracking in two.

  “What's going on up there girls?” Mom's voice carries over the sound of our laughing.

  “Nothing,” I call back.

  “She's going to be so mad that you're breaking all this shit,” Chloe laughs.

  “She can't be mad at me, I'm dying.”

  I pick up the picture of Chloe and me when we were ten. It was Halloween and for some stupid reason we decided to go trick or treating as cupcakes. I think it had something to do with the other kids calling us fat. Sort of an ‘up yours’ to the bullies.

  “Wait,” Chloe screams. “Not that.”

  She lunges forward and grabs the photo, clutching it close to her chest with tears in her eyes.

  “Don't you start that shit,” I tell her. “Not now.”

  “I'm sorry,” she wipes her eyes. “But I need something to remember you by.”

  “Fine. Take the picture.”

  “Why don't you come down and help me make dinner.” It’s Mom, trying again to lure us down, this time from the bottom of the stairs.

  “Come on,” I whisper to Chloe. “Let's get out of here.”

  Since I got sick, Mom's had lots of crazy ideas. I don't blame her. When conventional medicine fails, you tend to look for alternatives. It's just the alternatives kind of suck. Like now, I'm only allowed to eat green organic food. Something about chlorophyll and antioxidants. I'm pretty sure lettuce and spinach aren't going to get rid of Bob but that's not what she wants to hear. So I force down her food with a smile on my face and a queasy stomach but a girl can only take so much.

  “Where are we going?” Chloe asks.

  I slide up the window and step out onto the ledge.

  “To get a damn burger and fries.”

  “But what about your Mom?”

  “She'll live.”

  We run silently along the roof of the back porch and slide down the drain pipe. Chloe falls and splits her knee open. I slap my hand over her mouth to stop her from crying out, then pull her up. Mom is still in the kitchen, standing at the sink washing bugs out of the organic lettuce. If she turns her head the wrong way, she'll see us. So I slink along the fence dragging Chloe behind me and when we finally make it through the gate, we run like hell.

  “My knee hurts,” Chloe cries.

  “Suck it up,” I say. “It's not like you have a brain tumor.”

  “I know,” she says breathlessly.

  The sun bursts from beneath the clouds as we run down the hill into town, making everything bright and alive. I know people say that you appreciate life a lot more when you're going to die but I don't think that's exactly true. I mean, I thought life was pretty damn awesome before I got stuck with Bob. Chloe and I spent last summer on a calorie counting diet and both shed ten pounds, plus I got accepted to Harvard and really wanted to go. There's only one thing I'll regret but no one knows about it. Not even Chloe. Something I have to do before I die, if I get the chance.

  The cafe is quiet. Chloe and I take a table outside in the shade and both order burgers with everything and fries. I even splurge on a chocolate milkshake. I stopped counting the calories after Bob moved in. Fitting into that bikini just doesn't seem so important anymore.

  “Your Mom is going to flip out when she realizes you've gone again,” Chloe pulls a band aid out of her bag and sticks it on her knee.

  “She'll get over it. She might as well start letting go now.”

  “I don't think that's how it works. I think she just wants to spend as much time with you as she can.”

  “I get that, I really do but she's smothering me. I don't want to spend my last few months with her hanging onto me like a toddler. You know those leashes they put on little kids so they don't run away? That's what it feels like she has on me and every day it gets shorter and shorter.”

  Chloe shifts uncomfortably in her chair. I know she feels bad for my Mom and I do too but I can't do anything about dying and leaving her alone. That's just the way it's going to be. Somehow I'm the one who managed to pass right through the stages of grief with flying colors but she's stuck somewhere between denial and bargaining. As in, if I eat the crap she wants to feed me then maybe I'll be cured by the miracle of organic food. I'm pretty sure Bob has other ideas but if she thinks she can kill him with healthy food, I don't see why I can't drown him in fat. After all, fat is far worse. I'm sure he's not too keen on it clogging up his blood supply.

  I have half the burger stuffed in my mouth when Chloe shoves me in the arm.

  “Hey, watch it,” I say, as mayonnaise slides down my chin and onto my shirt.

  “Look,” she whispers. “Over there.”

  She points to a group of kids from our school that has just arrived. The boys are holding skateboards, the girls clutching their cell phones. They're the group everyone wants to be in. The ones who have all the cool parties that people talk about for weeks. Usually I just flatten myself against the lockers when they come down the hall. I'm so glad I won't have to do that anymore.

  “You know,” I say, “I was so looking forward to Harvard. I'm pretty sure you don't have to be super athletic or fake beautiful to be in a cool group there.”

  “That's not why I was pointing at them,” Chloe says under her breath. “It's Ethan, I swear he was totally checking you out.”

  “Swim team Ethan?” I squint against the sun, trying to see.

  “Yes. Hot, captain of t
he swim team Ethan was checking you out. I swear.”

  I stare at the group, the people who've made my life a living hell for the last four years. I wonder if I'll get to hang around after I die and torture them by moving stuff around or writing on the walls in blood. That would be cool. Having cute Ethan check me out in front of everyone? Not so much.

  “He wasn't checking me out.” I say. “He was probably just wondering if we were nearly finished so they could have this table.”

  “You're probably right,” Chloe sighs. “But it really looked like he was staring at you.”

  “Well he can stare all he wants. I don't care.”

  But as Chloe goes back to her fries, I steal another glance. Ethan is sitting down on his skateboard, his t-shirt riding up to reveal a well-muscled back. I can just make out the jagged scar I know so well, the one I've seen every time I watched him compete at the pool. Rumor has it he got that scar when his foster Dad beat him with a broken beer bottle. Of course there are other rumors too but I don't believe any of them. Despite the group he hangs with, Ethan has never done anything to hurt me.

  “Now you're checking him out,” Chloe says.

  “Was not.”

  I finish my burger. It's so good, I can't believe I haven't eaten one every day since I learned about Bob. I'm running out of time to do all the things that are bad for me. Things I was always too scared to try. I steal another glance at Ethan and this time he actually is checking me out. He smiles as I look down at the table, my face flushed.

  “Come on,” I say. “Let's get out of here.”

  I shove my chair back and it hits someone, they grunt as it slams against their shin.

  “Oh God, I'm sorry,” I mumble.

  “No, you're not.”

  I look up into amber eyes and a sunburned face. It's Ethan, rubbing his leg where I hit him. He's clearly over exaggerating the extent of his injuries.

  “At least you don't have a brain tumor,” Chloe snaps at him.

  “Hey,” he says. “That's not nice.”

  I give Chloe my best death stare and she looks guiltily away. She knows I'm the only one allowed to pull the tumor card. It's funny when I do it but not so much when other people do. She knows better. I shouldn't have let her take the cupcake photo. It all goes to hell when people start getting sentimental.

  “How are you feeling April?” he says.

  “Why do you care?”

  I turn and start to walk away but he follows.

  “I'm serious,” he says. “I want to know.”

  I spin around so I can look him in the eye, expecting to see a smirk on his face but I don't. Instead I watch helplessly as he brushes a strand of hair from my face. His touch sends shivers down my spine despite the heat.

  “I'm fine,” I say.

  “Really?”

  “Yes. Really.”

  “No,” he says softly. “I've told that lie before. It won't work on me.”

  Chloe is hovering about in the background, trying to give Ethan and me space though for what I have no idea. The group he came with has taken our table and they are ordering food, all except for a particularly skinny girl who keeps glancing nervously in our direction.

  “I think your girlfriend is waiting for you,” I say, waving at the girl.

  He looks at the table and then at me. “She's not my girlfriend. She's just a girl who's a friend. Like I want you to be.”

  “I don't have time to make friends, I'm dying. Remember?”

  “What better time to take a chance and go for it?” he smiles.

  How does he know? I haven't told anyone and yet here he is, baiting me with a promise I know he won't keep. My phone rings and even though I usually don't answer it this time I do, welcoming the distraction. Besides, I already know who it is.

  “What is it Mom?”

  “What do you mean, what is it? You know very well what it is. Where are you?”

  “Out with Chloe. We're coming back now.”

  “You'd better,” she says. “I can't believe you did this again.”

  “Yeah. Sorry.”

  I know she's mad but she won't yell at me or ground me or do any of the things she used to do like take away my phone privileges. There isn't much point.

  “I have to go,” I say to Ethan.

  He grabs my arm as I pass him, leans in and whispers in my ear.

  “Meet me tonight, in the woods.”

  I pull my arm away from him. “Maybe.”

  “What did he want?” Chloe asks as we walk away.

  I steal a glance over my shoulder. He hasn't gone back to his friends, he's just standing there staring at me with a weird look on his face.

  “I'm not sure.”

  Mom is pretty pissed that not only did I sneak out but also ate junk food and therefore have no room for her delicious organic salad.

  “I just wish you had told me, that's all,” she says.

  “If I'd told you, would you have let me go?”

  “Maybe,” she says.

  I know that's a lie. Either that or she would have wanted to come with me but the more I'm around her, the less I can breathe.

  “I’m going to lie down. I'm tired.”

  “I'm sure you are,” she says shaking her head. “Shinnying down the drainpipe. I thought we were past this April.”

  I lay on the bed thinking about Mom's disappointment but before long it's Ethan's face I'm imagining. I guess it's possible that maybe he likes me but it's also just as possible that he's up to something. Fucking with the dying girl's head in some last ditch effort to ruin what little life I have left. But the way he looked at me, I'm no expert but I think he really wanted to talk to me. I should go meet him, see what he wants but I'm so tired. Bob is a harsh taskmaster, he takes all the good energy to grow his spongy, evil body and leaves me with the leftovers. I'm asleep before I can even decide whether or not I should go to the woods.

  It's dark when I wake up. I grab my phone to look at the time. It is past nine o'clock and I have three missed calls from Chloe and an angry text message, typed all in capitals.

  WHY AREN'T YOU ANSWERING YOUR PHONE?

  DID YOU GO TO MEET ETHAN?

  CALL ME.

  I toss the phone on the bed. Ethan. Is he waiting out there in the darkness for me? I doubt it. But what if he is? I think I might like him. I should at least go and see what he wants.

  Opening the window, a cool breeze blows in. I grab an old sweater and push my phone into my back pocket, then step out into the starry night. I'm getting pretty good at going down the drainpipe. I can't believe I've missed the opportunity to sneak out quietly all these years. The grass is already wet with dew, the night air damp and cold. Shivering, I stick to the shadows until I leave our yard, then sprint down the road towards the woods.

  I should have grabbed a flashlight but for now the moon is full, shining down from the velvet sky. I pass kids toys abandoned in yards and cats on the prowl for vermin. As I reach the edge of the woods, I slow to a walk. I haven't been in there since I was a little kid. I wasn't afraid then but playing in the light of day is different than venturing in at night. And tonight it's alive with the sound of crickets and tree frogs, then there are the things that don't make a sound but are far more deadly.

  I need to stop being such a coward. I'm going to die anyway so what does it matter? I have nothing to lose. But stepping in between the trees, it still feels like a mistake. If only Ethan had told me to meet him anywhere but here, it would have been a lot simpler.

  The woods aren't really a very nice place at night. Yes, there is the threat of imminent death but once inside, that becomes the least of my worries. The moon casts watery shadows through the trees, the branches snapping back and forth in the breeze. In the darkness tree limbs look like people, their twisted arms outstretched to grab me. The wind whispers words, calling my name and things far worse than that. When something touches my shoulder, I let out a strangled scream.

  “It's okay. It's only me.”
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  “Ethan,” I cry, tumbling into his arms.

  “What's wrong?” he lifts my face up to his.

  I pull back and smack him in the arm. “Why did you make me come out here? I don't like it.”

  “Then why did you come?”

  I kick a pile of leaves with the toe of my shoe.

  “I don't know.”

  “Yes you do. You came because you want to have one last adventure and you know I can give it to you.”

  I look at his smiling face and wonder again if he's some kind of mind reader. Or possibly an ax murderer.

  He grabs my hand and I let him.

  “I thought you'd like it out here in the dark. Weren't you the girl who was always fascinated with death?”

  “Death is less romantic when it's staring you in the face.”

  “Yes. I can see how it would be.”

  He leads me between trees. Fallen trunks litter the ground, moss and vines smothering them. Most days I'm upbeat, the girl with the smiling face who has accepted that she's going to die and wants to make the best of it. But at night the old me is back. The one who thinks maybe she should take charge and end it all now before Bob has a chance to ravage her body and rob her of any dignity she might have left. Shinnying down the drainpipe and running off to meet a boy in the woods is one thing but what happens when Bob makes it impossible for me to speak and I lose control of all my bodily functions?

  “Wait.” I let go of Ethan's hand and stand there in the darkness.

  “What's wrong?”

  “Just wait a second.”

  I slump onto the nearest tree stump, the woods spinning around me. Place my head between my knees and gulp for air.

  “Are you sure you're alright?”

  There is concern in Ethan's voice. It's sweet but I'm stupid. That concern won't be there when I'm a drooling vegetable.

  “This was a mistake,” I say. “I shouldn't have come. I'm sorry.”

  I need to go home. Take my medicine. Prepare to die like a good girl. It's just I still want one last adventure. One sexy adventure with a boy. But Bob can't even let me have this one thing.

 

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