One Way Ticket to the Cuckoo's Nest

Part 10_ the purple lady returns

Oh my God... my head... my neck... my back... Everything hurts, and not because of something fun too. Kurt was right "get her something cold with a lot of vodka and lemon juice and she will drink it". So I did... drank enough to feel it today but not nearly enough to be herling up my guts in the middle of the night. Enough for me not to make it to bed and dosed off on his couch, not enough to need a bucket. It's just the right type of hangover if you believe that is a right kind.

I dragged myself out of bed... starving... and grabbed my phone. 11h30, not too bad.

"5 texts for Ellie and 6 missed calls"

Shit. I quickly wrote her back:

Don't worry sweetie, I'm still alive

I just partied a bit too hard last night

You know kurt

Healing off the hangover now

Ly

And now we pray that she loves enough not to fly here and kill me. I opened almost every cabite in Kurt's kitchen and double checked his fridge. All I found was an old bottle of ketchup, a pack of saltines and some noodles.

I immediately called him.

"You asshole"

"Good morning to you too sunshine" he responded.

"I can't believe you left me alone in the house with no food... Now I have to go shopping for a hangover grocery run"

"Have fun... I have to go take care of a problem with our suppliers. I'll be back tomorrow morning"

"Okay, and then the male left for a pack of cigarettes at the local drug store and never came back..." I said imitating those voices on animal documentaries making him laugh.

"Bye you jerk" and then he hung up.

I walked to a target no to far from his place. Walked through the hallways with bright lights that made my head squirm. I wanted to cry... honestly... not in a sad way, in a childish drunk way. I just put a bunch of stuff in my hand basquet figuring I wanted to make a home cooked meal for Kurt when he came back since it was probably some time since he had one. I might not be the best cook but I'm good enough to do some simpler things.

I was picking up some canned stuff, completely lost in my thoughts when I heard a coughing sound next to me. I turned to my left and I went into shock. My brain just froze and I dropped the hand basket making my stuff roll all over the floor.

"Shit..." I whispered, getting on my knees to pick everything up.

It was her. She just completely ghosted me after we slept together and just disappeared for 5 years and then just showed up? And doesn't even have the decency to leave me alone and get my attention? Who the hell does she think she is? And why do I always get so nervous and jumpy around her?

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you" she said with a perfect, low and completely unfazed tone. "Here let me help you" she got on her knees and started to pick up some stuff.

Then she just held my hand making me raise my gaze to meet hers. My heart skipped a beat and I looked confused but she? She had the sweetest most tender smile spread across her plump lips. As if she was truly happy to see me again. But I'm not stupied if she really liked me she wouldn't have just disappeared.

I quickly took my hand from hers and grabbed my basket to stand up. She stood up too, with some difficulty having to lean on the food shelves. If she knew he had trouble standing up then why did she kneeled?