Me & You (girlxgirl)

Chapter 14- Fires Rekindled

It's officially been three days since I have seen Sean.

And those three days have proved how weak I am.

I don't even remember them. I just remember robotically waking up, eating, and sleeping.

But today. Today is day number three. Today is the day he promised he would write.

Lazily, I spoon up droopy porridge and let it slowly drip back down into the ceramic bowl creating an eerie noise, startling similar to the sound of the rain pelting down outside the double glazed windows. Oh Ireland, the weather never changes. The people however, most certainly do.

I sighed deeply and eventually came to the conclusion that I was never going to finish the damned bowl of porridge. I stood up causing my chair to screech across the floor. I winced but proceeded to make my way towards the sink that showed some signs of the the beginning of growth of micro organisms.

I flung the bowl in roughly and cursed aloud when it splintered into millions of piece.

Becoming anorexic now, are we?

Holy shit. Not this again.

Yes, I'm here.

No.

Yes.

Fuck. There is a voice inside my head. I have been chipped. I'm going insane! Holy crap. Sean, Farrell... Mariah? Where are the people I love or loved when i need them.

Wait.

Silence.

The voice is gone, for now at least.

I let out a sigh of relief and start scrubbing manically at the grubby sink. Anything to keep me busy. Scrub, scrub, scrub. Scrub away the memories. I twisted the knob on the tap and let it flow, washing all the grime down the sink and into the sewers. I wish I could do that with my past.

The clock dings and despite all the events and strange occurrences of this morning, I squeal like a little girl. It's twelve o clock. The mail is coming!

I scramble up the stairs, clinging to the banister, already peeling my robe off my body. I slam myself into the bathroom, cringing as I slap my hip against the dusty bath. I rub my finger against the surface of it and am appalled to find that there is an inch thick worth of dust on it.

"That's unpleasant" I murmur aloud. I shake the dust off my hand and rub it off my pajama leg for good measure.

I clobber around the bathroom, sighing and scavenging among the numerous piles of grimy clothes that one of these days may just get up and walk themselves.

Okay, I promise to have a spring clean.

After I read Sean's letter.

Eventually i find a t-shirt that doesn't look like it wants to personify anytime soon and pull it over my body. I leave on my pajama bottoms and march out of the house with the stride of a woman on a mission.

"Morning Ma'am" The Postman salutes me as he hops out of his green van and opens up the back. I offer him a measly smile and rush over to watch him as he roots through the letters. He mutters and grumbles as he treks through mounds of white envelops and packages. Eventually he actually lifts his body into the van and is almost eaten by the mail.

Eaten by cannibal mail? Interesting..

I try to ignore the voice and stare intently at the mans backside as he scavenges around the van. Good God, I think it's time to face the inevitable.