I slowly blink my eyes open, probably only have slept for thirty minutes or so. Thankfully there weren’t any dreams, though that could be because of the pills which have who-knows-what in them or that I have more alcohol in my system than I thought. Maybe I should try to sleep a bit more, but maybe better I call Lily like Anis suggested….
I sigh and get up, feeling sore form how I was sleeping, and move over to my bag which has my phone in it. I don’t really want to sue my left arm, since, apparently, the shoulder is needed for a lot of movement, so I’ll try and keep that usage to a minimum, which isn’t that easy even though I am right handed. But at least it was only my shoulder….it could have been much worse if…
My phone buzzing in my hand puts an end to my thoughts and, after seeing the name, I answer, “Was just about to call-”
“Finally you answer! Fuck…I saw something that looked like a god damn body being brought out of the apartment! And when you didn’t answer, I thought something happened!,” Lily shouts at me, clearly worried, so I let her rant even though I mostly tune her out.
“Lily,” I say when she seems to have calmed down enough, “I’m fine, really. I just…I’m not gonna be home for a few days, not sure about work. If I don’t come in, jsut say I’m sick, ‘kay?”
Silence. Long silence. “Okay. But…where are you? What happened? I heard some people rumoring that there was gunfire and they assumed it was connected to Derek so none called anything… Did you-”
“Don’t worry, alright? I’m fine, promise.” And with that I hang up, sighing. Ignore the return call. Fuck. Just fuck.
I dig around for my headphones and pug them into my phone. The low music on Anis’s TV is nice, but I need something else right now. Pandora decides on Close to You by the Neon Trees. After slipping the phone into my pocket, I wander to the bathroom, flip on the lights, close the door, look in the mirror. The bandaging around my shoulder and part of my arm seems so…wrong. How did this all happen? Of course I notice the bit of blood on my shirt. At least it is mine, and not…his…
I thought for so long I had killed my mother. But when I foudn that was a lie, though it was my fault yet abstractly, I had felt so relieved… I killed Cam. Maybe in self defense, but I killed him. On purpose. Somehow I’m on the floor, burying my face in my hands. I ignore the feeling of pulling on my wound. I jsut don’t understand why. Sure, his dad was, is, one of the doctors, but he escaped with the rest of us. He escaped with us, got his powers back, all that crap, and… I killed him. Someone who used to be the only thing I could rely on when I was little tried to kill me and… God. Fuck.
Quickly I turn my music off and focus on breathing, not wanting to go and find my inhaler. Feel some heat in me rising some. Focus. I remember coming up from doing laundry, holding the basket. My door was unlocked, and I only thought I forgot to lock it. Set the basket near the door, walk in, and…he was on my bed. Charcoal looking at him distrustfully. I remember him saying he knows for sure the friendship and love we shared was the drugs on my part, when he thought he did such a wonderful job of pretending. I said he was my friend, that that wasn’t fake. He said again he was always pretending, having to get close to me, just to be sure to keep an eye on me. Others were in the hospital for that reason, too. Then he gave me my choices.
Then it’s all mostly a blur, moving too fast, and before I knew it his body was on the floor. And Anis came so fast, almost like I just thought of him and he was there, ready to help. He must have been close to get there that quick… He does always say he wants to protect me. He called a doctor. He is letting Charcoal and I stay with him. He took care of that whole…mess…
I wish I could pay him back somehow, do something for him. I know we used to live together, but I feel like I might be intruding on his personal life. After all, I am only a friend to him… But then why did he come so quickly? Why… Why anything? Nothing he does makes sense. I’m over thinking this. I’m over thinking this because I feel sad and alone and betrayed and Anis is reliable and here and wanting to keep me safe. That’s all. White-Knight-syndrome, most definitely. Sure, his only real argument before was that he wants to protect me, but…he doesn’t want more than friendship; he seems to have a whole harem of women for that..well, part of that. Sometimes I wonder if passed lives are real, and if they are if things were to have gone differently if he and I theoretically met then…but…that doesn’t mean anything to do anyway.
Perhaps that’s how I can repay him; pretend better than I am that friendship is enough. Yea…doubt that’ll go well, but I can try since he’s done all this for me. It’s something I can do, if not much nor really lasting, but I can try. Probably I should call the people I work for, but I don’t know. I need to decide if I want to just…quit…or not. It might be safer if I did quit, but…I don’t’ know.. I’d probably have to live in one of the ghettos, like I did when I was little, but..maybe not… I’ll see what I can do else. I don’t know what to do.
But for now I think sleep would be best. I’m still so tired. Using my good arm, I get up from the bathroom floor, then go back to the main room, leaving my phone and headphones on the floor near the couch. He said to wake him if I had bad dreams or anything, but…I don’t want to disturb him for bad thoughts only. I don’t want to impose more than I have. I’m so unused to someone wanting to take care of me. I should leave. I really bothered him enough today… I look over to where the door is, contemplating, before I sigh and sit down on the couch, taking my owl into my arms. Sleep may be better than being awake at this point.