Avoiding

8

Emma hangs on me thanking me over and over again. "You had to change his didn't you," she smirks at me. "Y-yeah,"  I blush.

Emma asks me all sorts of questions about Norman. She's a worried friend, I get it. I'm worried too, but some are these questions are weird. "Did you have fun" she asks. "Emma stop asking weird questions" I shout at her.

"Is Norman okay?" Mama asks me. "Yeah he is," I smile at her. "You changed him right?" She asks me. "Y-yeah," I look away.  "Aww my son is all grown upppp," she teases. "S-stop I-it!" I look away. "My son is flustered to easily," she smirks and walks away.

I better go check on him.

I walk into our room and notice he's still asleep. He has a strange expression on his face. I get in bed next to him. He clings onto me. I fall asleep.

Day 3
I wake up and see Norman still asleep. His face is a lot calmer than it was last night. I wiggle out of his grasp.

I walk downstairs and eat breakfast. "Here, bring this to Norman," mama tells me and hands me a cup of tea and a plate of food. "Yes mama," I respond and walk out of the cafeteria.

I head towards our room slowly.

I place my hand on the doorknob and twist it slowly.

I walk back into my room and look down at Norman. He's okay, he's fine, it's not your fault. I place the tea and the plate down on the bed side table.

"R-Ray?"