Found and Lost

Chapter 5

Rubbing the back of his head, before clicking his tongue. He then left and I finished my food. I still felt hungry, but this will have to do for now. I slowly got up and put the plate in his sink. His living room was so nice. Leather couch and a tv on a table. Not to mention his coat rack that held dozens of hats. This place had lots of windows. Lots of natural light. I watch as the birds fly by outside. I slowly move to his couch, and sit down. Instead of watching tv I watched the world through the windows. I left my bags there, so I should go back. However I don't think I have enough energy. After about an hour maybe? I passed out on his couch. Only waking when the door clicked. Chuuya walked in to see me laying on his couch. I sat up slowly and looked at him. I blinked at him in greeting. He looked surprised that I was still there. He said I could stay, but maybe I imagined it? As I was feeling dejected he spoke up.

"I see you stayed? I don't know why ,but uh it's nice to see you." He said.

I simply nodded at him. Then I slowly stood and walked over to him despite my body's protest. I pointed at the kitchen. I perfered not to speak as my throat did hurt.

"Are you hungry? Did you not eat while I was out?" He asked.

I shook my head in response. He sighed and shook his head. He opened the fridge, and threw me an apple. After that he grabbed his phone. Ordering some food online. The apple hit my head and then dropped onto the ground. He looked at me confused then picked it up handing it to me. I held it in the palm of my hands staring at it.

"That should hold you over for now. why didn't you eat though?" he said.

I simply shrugged then slowly slipped back onto the couch from the back of it. It hurt but its whatever. Giving my body a break somewhat. I began eating the apple. I don't like apples all that much, but it's better than nothing.

"Are you alright? You didn't eat for about eight hours ,and you looked like you were asleep till only a few minutes before I walked in." He stated.

I shook my head and tried to speak. No sound came out so I just looked down. Then I gave him a thumbs up.

"What happened to your voice? You were talking all gravelly earlier too. Are you sick?" He said, feeling my head.

I shook my head in response and rubbed my throat. I don't think I'm sick, maybe thirsty? However, mainly everything is sore, and I really wanna sleep. I only feel a little hot.

"You're really clammy you should probably shower. I'll check your temperature after" he said walking off.

He showed me to the bathroom. With that I went to the bathroom. I've seen myself multiple times in the past. However it's clear by the many scratches, dried blood, and scars. That I was abused or abandoned. It's like my past is on display. I shiver at the thought, and walk to the shower taking off the small dress. I quickly cleaned myself with some soap, and body wash. It smelled like black cherry's. It was a soothing smell. I rinsed and dried off putting my white dress back on. Looking in the mirror it looked like a strippers dress due to how short it was on me. I walked out shrugging not having the energy to care.

When I came out he rubbed my head, and handed me a thermometer. I sat on the couch, and put the thermometer under my tounge. He put a blanket over my lap seening slightly uncomfortable as his cheeks grew red.

"Figured you might be cold in that" he said looking at my clothes grimacing.

The thermometer beeped and he took it looking at it worriedly.Then he made a call in another room. When he came back I had finished my apple. I held it out to him with pleading eyes. He rolled his eyes and threw it away for me.

"You shouldn't sit so much, you need the blood to move through your body." He instructed me.

I sat on his couch looking at him, and nodding to his statement. Trying to show I was listening. He sat beside me, and turned on the tv. It was the news they were reporting a mass murder down the street in a police office. They had people's names, and faces up on the screen. I watched intently as was chuuya. Then after an hour of tv a knock on the door came. He turned off the tv, and opened the door. A elder looking man walked in looking at me.