My Life is a Perfect Lie

Episode 13

I open my eyes to the white ceiling. Brown fan rotates slowly. I look around to see familiar dark blue walls. It's MY bedroom. I get up quickly and my head hurts so badly as if it's being hammered from inside. I look around. I am alone but I don't feel alone. I feel someone is in the kitchen. I get down the bed and grab my umbrella from the beneath my work table. I tip toe to the door of the kitchen.

"This is me Candace", I hear Teena saying.

"Oh"

"Yeah" , she turns around and stirs the coffee in the mug.

"Hi! "

"Hello. How are you feeling? "

"Not that good, you know. My head hurts", I say placing my hand on forehead.

"Here, coffee", she says stretching her arm to me.

"Thanks", I take it

She grabs another mug. Kitchen looks messy. stove greasy, utensils sit everywhere on the black kitchen platform, white walls tuned yellow in the corners, dust bin overflows under the platform. Teena has to find tiles beneath the trash to put next step. I embarrass myself very well. She moves out of the kitchen in the bedroom. I follow her. we sit on the bed. Bedroom is the cleanest place in the apartment.
I see her sipping the coffee. Her light brown lips touch the white mug and takes off. She sits there in her grey T-shirt and black pant. looking absolutely stunning sipping her coffee.
"Did you color your hair again? ", I ask her.

"Yeah. burgendy  with white highlights. looks good, right? "

"Yes. Absolutely"

"Thanks"

I sip my coffee and burn my tongue. I sizzle.

"You okay? " , she asks.

"No. I burnt my bloody tongue"

"Need water? "

"No, I'm good"

"Okay"

" Teena"

"Yes"

"I was wondering how did you get in my apartment? "

Teena gives me a "why" look.

"See, it's not that I am not okay with it but I was just wondering. You know. I don't remember inviting you. that doesn't mean you can't come over without invitation but.... I thought you don't know the address or... I... ", I tried to cover up.

"I brought you to your house"

"Okay. You brought me here....YOU BROUGHT ME HERE"

"Yeah"

"What do you mean?", I say staring at her.

"Don't you remember what happened yesterday?", she raises her eyebrows

" What? "

"You don't remember anything?"

"Please tell me what am I supposed to remember"

"Nothing. You were so exhausted by painting that you fell unconscious. We called Doctor and he gave you an injection. Afterwards, we brought you here"

"Okay"

"Yeah", she sighs.

"Dont we have to go to work today ?"

"No, Mr. Carter said you can take a day off"

"O... kay", I say sipping my coffee.

"Yes. So, all day is yours. What are you planning to do? "

"Nothing. I'll just lay in my bed"