Tragedy

Paralyzed

"Ezra, where is this curling iron you spoke of?" I asked peeking my head around the corner of the hall.
"Under the sink. It's still in the box," he said cursing soon after he drops the bowl full of pancake batter all over the floor that he was washing.
"Nice job dork," I said smirking and turning to walk down the hall.
I reach the bathroom and looked under the basin. There it sat. I pulled it out. Limited edition. And it was blue, my favorite color. I hate it when he buys me stuff like this. I plug it in and wait for it to heat up.
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I finish off my bacon, leaving a quarter of a waffle on my plate. I'm to full to eat it.
Ezra looks up at me as he takes the last bite of his waffle. He talks with his mouth full, "You gonna eat that?"
"No, I'm full. You can have it," I push my plate towards him. He sticks it with a fork and puts on his plate.
"Are you two alright over here?" The waiter asks putting the check in the middle of the table.
"Yeah, we're good. Thank you," I say politely grabbing the check, then handing it to Ezra, "Your turn," I say laughing as he tries to shove the piece of waffle into his mouth, but hits the side of his face with it. "Dang it?," he says grabbing a napkin and the check. My phone starts to ring and vibrating on the table. It's Mae.
"Hello," I answer.
"Hey," she says, "do you know when you're going to be getting back?"
"Yeah, we're actually fixing to leave Waffle House right now, so I'll see you in about 5 minutes."
"Ok then, bye Nat."
"Bye Mae."
As Ezra walks to the register, I walk to the door. He soon follows, and we hop into the car. "Heroine" by Sleeping With Sirens starts to play from the cd in the car. I turn it up and grab Ezra's free hand, interlocking our fingers and look out the window watching the blur of building that we pass. I thought I saw someone familiar but I thought it was impossible to think about who it was, so I just enjoyed the rest of the ride, playing with Ezra's fingers.
I kiss Ezra softly as I get out of the car opening the back door to grab my stuff, leaving 10 dollars for the meal in his backseat without him seeing. "See you soon Nat, I love you."
"I love you too," I say closing the door and watching him drive off.
I knock on the door of the apartment and hear shuffling, and Mae opens the door, scooting out of the way to let me in. "Nat, we're going to go over to Mom's house in a few minutes if that's okay," she said sighing, "I want to ask her questions and she agreed."
"Ok. Let me go put my stuff up and I'll be right back," I said.
I walked to my bedroom and put my dirty clothes into a laundry basket, then walked to the bathroom. I put the curling iron under the sink, and walked into the kitchen. The waffles kept my stomach full, but I was still thirsty for something else. I stalked into the living room after opening the small bag of blood. I sat beside Mae as she was putting on her black toms to match her white Nirvana T-shirt with a graphic design of Kurt Cobain singing into a microphone.
She glanced over at me sipping out of the bag. Then she cringed and shivered.
"What's wrong?" I asked swallowing before I spoke.
"Noth-," she was interrupted by a knock on the door. Mae stood to open the door and I walked to the kitchen throwing away the bag.
"Nat."
"Yeah?"
"It's for you."
I froze when I got to the door. I was paralyzed when I saw his face. I felt my face drop.
"Jesse?" I whispered.