Bruises and Honey Bees

THE PAST IS LIKE A FLOOD

It's about 12 now and I almost have my whole day planned. I talked with Kk, Strider and Kan I'm going out to lunch with KK and Kan then later meeting up with Dave? I wonder what type of food kk is in the mood for, hes really picky so Its like a game trying to guess what he wants.

My plans sound good to me and maybe Kk and strider can come back and play some video games with me and tuna. Anything before or after, I'll do as it comes but sometimes you just have to set goals for yourself. I'm lazy but I'm good at being organized even though I don't do more than I plan most of the time.

Its a skill I learned from mom, If it wasn't for my shoulders I would carry my head and never forget it. Its a blessing but sometimes a curse when unexpected things get in the way. Im organized but I never have more than one plan. Over thinking in that form isn't my stong suit.

While cleaning up my bowl I look at the TV tuna is watching, he flips past tye news and my story is still playing. I wonder if the police took all of y/c's stuff for evidence or if it's still there? Huh have to add that to my 'questions that will never get answered' jar.

Dad packed me all of my clothes so I shouldn't have to worry about that. I have no idea whats clean or dirty though. That'll be a peice of cake to sort, so I might as well get started.

((30 minutes later))

I've gone though all of my stuff and about 9/10 of it was dirty but I found something to wear today. This gave me a suspistion to my belongings and I check all of them. my laptop, head phones, my connectable keyboard, and mouse. All of them are in good shape and not a peice is missing, guess I was worried for nothing.

You know the clothes you got at one point and thought you loved and wanted to wear them everywhere but then after a while they just became one with the bottom of your dresser? Thats all I had left but I got dressed anyway.

All I had was a pair of black leggings, a neon yellow shirt with the charming frase "totally fuckable" on the front, black and yellow high tops, my white glow in the dark gages and a black hoodie. I grab my wallet and my belt with out thinking.

At that moment it all alright untill I heard the clink of the metal peice against the clip part. All at once memories of the night before came flooding back into my head.

Every small detail, the moment he reached for it and threw me to the ground. I instantly drop the belt over whelmed with the flooding memory I start to cry. The belt clatter to the floor making a boom noise. tuna sprints into the room from where he was down stairs and looks at me frightened he scrambles over to me.

"50llux?! 4-4r3 y0u 0k?!!" I can't answer, my voice is drowned out by fear, I put hands up to my mouth covering it. hot tears seeping down my cheeks as tuna takes me in his arms and pulls me close "1-17'5 g0nn4 b3 0k 50llux 17'5 0k 70 cry..."

I sit there for a while longer not being able to control my sobs but mituna comforts me enough so I can breath no longer choking on air. My breathing becomes alot better and I cling to mituna like if I were to let go I would be brought back to that terrible moment. Why is this happening, I didn't care much for it before now why is it affecting me now?

I sigh accepting defeat and putting yet another question in my Speacial jar of infinite questions.