Saving You

FOUR

Victoria...

The days have been fairly simple. Normal.

It's almost a little weird when we're not going around in airplanes. But I like it. I like this.

The calm mornings I get to wake up to. The sound of chirps, leaves russling outside the window.

I got changed.

It was a little weird, getting up with the sun already out. Weird, but it felt nice.

I put on denim shorts that fit well. By that, I mean that they didn't rise when I walked. And a sweater.

I walked out of the room, with only my socks on, sliding down the hall.

It was nine am, I thought others would be up by now. I'm surprised that I even woke up this late.

I've gotten more sleep than I could ever remember!

Sliding into the bathroom, I eyed the sink. I did my business, but I didn't leave. I couldn't.

Well frick me!

I grabbed toilet paper and folded it to fit.

I'm not stupid, and I happen to have a very good memory. But only for important things.

Meaning that I completely remember the talk we had in fifth grade for us girls.

What I did forget was that I, a girl, even had a period.

It was at this time that I really wished there were more women in my life.

I walked out of the bathroom, worried and cautious. Everything that moved had me backed up against the wall.

A door opened, with a soft click, and I again was leaning so no one could see me. Even though I'm sure there was nothing to see.

"Tori?" Aaron yawned, "your up?"

"Bright and early!" I smiled. I think I'm pushing it.

"Want breakfasts?" He asked.

I nodded, almost forgetting my concern. I knew there was nothing to be ashamed of, this is completely normal. But it didn't feel that way.

I let Aaron lead the way, out of some weird fear he would be able to tell what's happened. I'm walking a little weird.

"How does waffles sound?" He asked as I took a seat at the table.

I nodded and he got to making breakfast. I spent the entire time thinking, planning of a way to tell him. Well, not tell him, I have no reason to.

More like ask if he could give me money to buy some personal stuff.

But by asking him that, I'll be telling him what's going on.

Aaron placed a plate with a waffle in front of me, and then sat down to eat his own. Or, all of them.

We sat in silence, as I ate slowly and watched him. He kept rubbing his head, and when his eyes closed, he would open them right away. Something's not right.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked, patting his arm. He almost jumped at the touch.

"Yeah, Tori, I'm fine. Just tired." He sighed.

I gave him a doubtful look, but he didn't notice it.

After I finished, I didn't leave the kitchen. I stood right next to Aaron, until he told me what was wrong.

"Yes, Victoria?" He asked, sipping coffee.

"Are you sure your okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Go back to bed." He grumbled.