Behind These Walls

Chapter Four: The Same Thing But Different

It had been two days since the breakfast incident and G, and I had yet to feel something other than fatigue. The feeling was so bone deep I couldn't shake it, no matter how much I slept; it only made me even more tired. So I slept, then showered, then ate, and slept more. It was routine.

I untangled my longs legs from the white sheets and brought them up to my chest, taking in a deep breath to try and bring myself to feel again; but once again my emotions were locked away somewhere deep inside of me, miles out of reach.

A soft knock brought my attention to the dark-wooded door, Olly's voice carried through it.

"She's awake, believe me. She's on this 'shut-myself-away-from-the-world' kind of thing, the same you went through. Please talk to her. Please." I could almost feel the desperation rolling off of him, onto whoever was going to come on here and try to talk to me.

The door opened and walked in the most beautiful person I've ever seen. Her honey colored hair flowed down to her mid-back in soft ringlets, her skin was a pale gold; almost like the color right before the sun rises; her face was that of an angel, with light pink lips and hazel eyes framed in long gold eyelashes. Her body had curves in all the right places; a body I might've once envied for, but now, with my emotions long gone road trip I could care less about that.

I just knew that she was beautiful.

Gorgeous.

Angelic.

Magnificent.

And I couldn't bring myself to talk, even if I wanted to.

"Kassandra?" Her voice matched her appearance, sounding like that of an angel.

I merely nodded as she looked at me.

Not saying another word she sat down on my bed with me, the same way, and stared at me. I'm pretty sure most people would've been uncomfortable with it, but I was used to stares from all of my tattoo's so it didn't affect me. My pale blue eyes bore into hers, just as her hazel ones bore into mine; both with the same intensity. Only, in her eyes, there was pure determination, and in mine there was just boredom.

"Is it okay if I call you Kasey?"

"I don't really care." My monotonous tone filled the room as she shifted to a more comfortable position on my bed.

"Why not?"

"Why not what?"

"Why don't you care?"

"Because I don't see the need to."

"But your brother cares."

"Then let him."

She stared in silence.

"I know what you're going through." She whispered.

"Okay then."

"My parents abandoned me when I was young, so was in and out if foster homes until your brother came along. He and G took me in. Like a little sister."

"You didn't go through what I did. Don't even say anything like that. Just leave." Her eyes filled with understanding and sadness. "No. Don't look at me like that. I don't want your sadness. So just fucking leave."

She didn't move for a couples minutes as she stared at me, as if she was trying to see just how black my soul was.

"I don't think that I can help you right now."

"Or ever." I added.

"BUT I'll be back tomorrow. And the next day. And the day after that. And the day after that. I will help you come back. Don't doubt me. I will do it." She stood up and stalked over to the door, shooting one last glance in my direction before she closed it behind her.