Pleaser To Meet You

Chapter 19

After I heard her ask me not to leave I could not help but feel empathy. She was not lying when she said she still is that same girl in the park. A scared girl who just had her life ripped apart and had to watch her own walls burn down around her. A girl who was all alone and back stabbed by someone she thought she knew. Every living human can say they have experienced something along those lines. Even I had to experience some things that were similar.
    I slowly lowered the knife down to my side. I could not help but just stare at her. Her eyes were glossed over with tears. The broom was still close to her chest and her knuckles were white from gripping it so hard. I turned to my right and set the knife on the counter. I then walked back over to the chair and sat down in it.
    I felt defeated trying to battle over my thoughts and my feelings. A battle I have always never been able to win because both won and lost in the end. There was no way to get the perfect result. With me doing this I not only won both ways but it was my only option. I not only was safe enough but I also made her satisfied with staying.
    She walked over and started to sweep the floor around me. Both stayed in a piercing silence that seemed way too loud. Ironic how that works. The mindless anticipation of any sound. It was one of the hardest things to handle when your mind has always been so loud. She walked the broom back over to the broom closet and set it in there. Then she walked back over to the box of food. She grabbed it and turned. We made eye contact and I shook my head no. She put the food back on the counter. She stood there with her hands on the edge of the counter.
What do I even say? Do I say anything? At this point I think I have messed enough up. It would be helpful if you were here to help me but no. You all have to be reading this. Life would be so much more simple if you could reach in and grab something or say something. You guys can see everything from a higher perspective than us.
I stood up and walked over to my bed. I started to fix the blankets and fluff the pillows. That's when I noticed my face and realized I have not even seen what I look like now. I turned around and she was still standing there. So I walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I took a deep breath and looked into the mirror. There are a few deep cuts. One on my left eyebrow that is big and scabbed over already. It is about four inches long. Another one was on my cheek bone. That one was not as bad and I think that was where she was cleaning. It already has started to form a massive bruise around it. That is the one that hurts the most. Then one over my lip on the left side of it. It is little, about an inch.
    I heard a few steps outside the door and then a soft knock on the door. I open the door and she's just standing there. Her hand is still in the air and her face is facing the floor. A tear falls from her face and I watch it fall to the floor, I know it was not in slow motion but for me it was. I take a step closer and take her hand that's still in the air and put it on my shoulder. I gently lift her face so I can hug her. I pull her in and wrap my arms around her. She softly sobs into my chest and she grabs my shirt.
    In a way I can understand her pain. Yet there was no way I could put myself in her shoes. I have not felt what it is like to fall in love or almost die. There has not been that kind of betrayal or sabotage. Yet the cyborg thing I can relate to but I had not been worked on and turned into one. The only thing is to try and be compassionate. I look over to the clock and see that it is pretty late and I am tired. I slowly let go and pull away. She did not look up so I grabbed her hand and led her to the bed and pointed at it. She sat down on the edge and I got into the blankets. I as always was closest to the wall. I patted down on the bed and she shook her head no. I understand even sometimes it becomes difficult for me to sleep when upset and usually I just pass out from exhaustion.
    I lay there for a bit and stare up at the ceiling. Everything slowly settles in. What happened, where I am and where I was. The forest, the cyborgs, the boss dude, the hanger, Sage and what she has said and even the fact I am still alive. I know there is no way they are just going to let Sage steal me and not do anything about it. I know too much and have seen too much. They know where I live as well. They have seen Sage here. Wait they know about Jane too and where she is. I sit up and look at Sage. She looks at me and I say "we need to go make sure Jane is okay" I jump out of bed and head to the door. Sage runs after me and grabs my hand to stop me. In between sobs she says "not -s-safe" The worst part is she is right.