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.
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I threw myself back onto my bed with a huge sigh, this was going to be so much fun.
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The creaking if a door opening woke me up. And as I turned slowly my eyes rested on the no-named person who came into my room earlier.
"What do you want now Angelface?"
"Angelface?" Her face contorted in confusion.
"Yeah. Angelface. Since I don't know your name."
"Oh. Right. Sorry." She laughed lightly. "I'm Caitlyn."
I nodded as she sat down on my bed again.
"I just wanted to tell you my story. And if you don't want to listen I'll leave, but please. Just hear me out." Her eyes pleaded with me and I couldn't refuse her hazel eyes.
"Sure." I shrugged, "Not like I have anything else to do."
"I guess I'll just start at the beginning then?" I just stared waiting for this to end already. "Yeah okay. Well from the beginning." She huffed out a breath. "I was only five years old when it all actually started. I just woke up one day and I was alone. I really don't remember much before that. I just remember what my mom looked like. Long brown hair and these piercing blue eyes. So much like yours. They always calmed me down ya know?" I could feel the prick of tears in the back of my eyes as she talked about her mom. "Anyway. So yeah one day I woke up and they were just gone. Eventually someone found me. And brought me to the police. They never did find my parents, so I was placed into an orphanage at the age of 6. And that's probably the second worst thing to ever happen to me. I had to change orphanages 6 times before someone finally adopted me. And even then I was beat. I was beat to the point that I physically couldn't eat. After 10 years I decided enough was enough. And I ran. I ran as far as my legs would carry me. I ran until I collapsed and even then I crawled. The last thing I remember before I blacked out was crawling underneath a bridge. And laying there. Hoping someone would just come kill me." She sighed and wiped the tears off of her cheeks. "I woke up in a hospital bed with two complete strangers sleeping in chairs next to me. The man was holding my hand as if it was his life support while his head was laying in a woman's lap. I looked up and she was staring at me with these green eyes. And I mean it was obvious they were a couple. But she seemed completely comfortable with him holding my hand. I on the other hand was not good with people and as I took my hand away he woke up and gripped onto it tighter. It scared the living shit out of me. I started panicking and the woman eventually had to pry my hand out of his, trying to calm me down. 'You just remind him of someone.' She smiled." She let out a short laugh. "Back then I had no clue what she was talking about. But Olly eventually showed me a picture of your mom. And I won't deny that there were similarities, but now I can't see it. Because I'm looking at you. You look much more like her than I do. You have the same eyes. And the same strong eyebrows. And the same smile. And you wanna know what picture he showed me? The one of you and your mom. When I saw it I almost died from the happiness radiating from it. You two were just so blissfully content in that one candid moment. That picture made me want my mom that much more." The tears were steadily rolling down her face now. "And I know you shouldn't be jealous of what you can't have. But I wanted to be in your position so bad. I wanted a mom who would love me. And hug me. And make me sweets whenever I wanted. And tuck me in at night. And just. Just be there." I scoffed at her words.
"You wouldn't have wanted my mom then."
"Why not?"
"Because nine of that ever happened. None of the typical 'mother-daughter' relationship ever happened. Even when I was little. And the last four years I was there, I might as well have been living by myself with how much I saw them. They didn't even care that I was there. They only cared that the food would always be stocked for when they came home with the munchies from whatever news drug they were trying. Look I understand your life has been terrible. I get it. But do you honestly think it's been worse than mine? I watched my mother die. In front of my own eyes. I think it's better that you never really knew your mom because you didn't become attached like I did. So please. I understand. But just. Just let me be alone."
Her eyes were wide with shock as she took in the information I just spewed at her.
"I-I'm so sorry. I didn't know why you were even here to be honest. Wow. I'm sorry Kasey-"
I held my hand up to silence her and took a deep breath before looking at her. "Please." Pain was laced through my voice as I tried to hold back the tears.
"Okay. Just. I'll be right next door, I have the purple door." She sighed before giving me a peck on the cheek.
The second my door closed behind her I ran the the attached bathroom and locked it behind me. I fumbled with the shower knob before it finally turned left. Only then did I let the sobs escape my body. One by one cries of sadness left me, muffled only by the sleeve of my sweatshirt.
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(A/N) NIGGAS
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