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GOOD ENOUGH.
We're still back at the hotel. Another day is coming to an end. Everyone is trying their hardest to make me feel better so that I don't get nauseous, or anything, in the car.
I told them I'm fine with just heading back to the Wilson's, but they didn't think it was a good idea. I'm grateful that they care for me, but I just want to be left alone
Myah is too persistent for her own good, but I'm too tired to argue with her. Right now everything feels fake, like a dream. When the sentence I speak, leaves my mouth, I hardly realize that it's left my mouth.
"You knew she had a boyfriend...and you said nothing?" I ask, not really directing the question to anyone in particular, since it wasn't supposed to leave my mind.
They all look at me. Mason turns the TV off and one by one they swarm me, as I'm sitting on the bed, staring at nothing at all. I'm completely zoned out, until she begins to cry, like full on sobbing.
"I'm sorry! I don't know! I guess I just—you looked so happy, looking through pictures of her. I didn't want to upset you. I never meant to upset you. Katsu—"
"Please, don't say my name. I don't want to exist right now."
The room echoes with gasps. Ejirou wraps his arms around Myah, and for some reason, this simple act triggers me, more than anything else, in this moment.
Just the thought of seeing them, the people I love, go through what I'm going through, is enough to wake me up from where I am, in that dark place in my mind.
I lean forward and firmly yank her out of his grasp, causing her to fall into my arms. "Don't end up like me. This isn't fun. I'm not having a good time, as you can tell. So just don't, Ejirou. You know better."
He tries to justify his actions, but I'm not listening to him. The storm inside my heart makes it hard to hear anything else. In the end, he gives up, and lets me have my way.
When it's time for bed, I have Myah locked in my arms to make sure she doesn't go to him. I'll do anything to prevent my loved ones from feeling pain.
"Hey," she tries to say something but I don't want to have a conversation with her. Especially not when I feel so drained.
"Just because I'm holding you does not mean you get to talk to me. I'm still disappointed in you. Go to sleep, Myah, I've had enough of your voice for one day."
She tries to slip out of my hold, so it's clear I've offended her, but that's not stopping me from keeping her here, with me, for the whole night. Still, I can't tell if I want to keep her close or completely shun her, but one thing I'm certain of is that I need to protect her.
