SKINNY lOVE

Chapter 2

Sitting on an old crocheted rug, Miranda and I sorted through boxes and started the prossess of putting things away.

Soon enough our kitchen was filled, and the family room renewed to our liking. I was then sent to the upstairs loft to decorate it as my own space. I brought in my squarish white bed frame, and put on my lavander bed sheets, and laced pattern quilt. Two grey pillows were set at the top.

Walking over to the tall windows, I rolled the blinds up and opened the glass up to allow the stuffy air to escape. I pushed my dresser against the balcony wall, and tuged the TV set over to an angle. I laid a black rug out, and started putting my clothes into the shoe box size closet.

When I was done, I brought Meow up, and settled her into her new palace.

Gorge called from down the stairs, "Come an eat something dear. You havent since Saskatchewan two days ago."

I wasnt hungry, but I never rememebered to eat. I had to rely on Miranda and Gorge for that.

One of the many ways Id hurt myself was through forgetting. If I forgot to eat, my bones would bruise me from the insode out. If I used the oven, somehow my hands and forearms ended up gracing tbe hot plate. Knives were bad knews, because id forget what I was doing, and I wasnt aloud to shave incase the razor slipped like it had so many times.

I was a mistake. I was an accident. I was forgoten.