Stranger to Me

~Thirty~

Sajana's P.O.V.

"Gilda?" I shouted. After running away from Holden like that, I needed somewhere safe I could go. I needed someone to talk to. And that was what Gilda was to me.

I opened the door to her house to find her sitting in the living room with a cup of tea, but what shocked me was the middle-aged man sitting across from her. I quickly used my sleeve to wipe off my face. That proved to improve my vision slightly.

The man was white (no surprise) and had dirty blonde hair. He was wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans, and he had a lanyard with a tag on it around his neck. I really wanted to investigate, but it was kind of awkward. I was about to turn and leave when Gilda's voice stopped me.

"Sajana!" she greeted. "I want you to meet someone. Come here."

I spun on my heel and obliged her.

"This is Colin," she introduced, gesturing to the guy. "He is my counselor."

"Oh," I acknowledged. I reached out my hand out of pure courtesy. "Nice to meet you, Colin," I said. "I'm Sajana."

Colin's face twisted a little, but he took my hand. I got the impression he didn't like me very much. I really wanted to get out of there. Perhaps it was because of the awkwardness of this situation, or perhaps it was in light of what just happened with Holden... I just needed a good cry, just to get it all out.

"I-I'll go continue cleaning the room upstairs," I offered. Gilda nodded and turned back to Colin. I crept up the stairs, and, after retrieving the cleaning supplies from the closet, entered the aforesaid room.

I started to clean, but I just didn't have the energy to. The broom seemed more slippery than I remember and anything I picked up, I dropped.

I sat down in the chair that stood by the window, and it wasn't long before my tears came back. Life seemed so easy for everyone else. Why couldn't it be the same for me?