How she found me

Chapter 8

Just as I finished cleaning all the pieces from the floor carefully to avoid cuts and losing or breaking parts of the accidentally broken glass. I was a little bit annoyed with the idiot inside my head and with cleaning Ryan's mess, I also have something else to do...but I can't remember.

I stared at him.

-alright then...I need the paint and glue...- I said calmly while standing up.

He stared at me blankly for a moment. I guess that wasn't what he wanted to hear from me.

-oh...alright...-he said while going away somewhere in his room or something.

I wonder...

My fingers trail up my side and when I looked at them there's blood on them...I whipped it on my black jeans...how great it is to have dark colors. I need to change the bandages. Maybe I'll ask Ryan...I don't need to worry him more than what he is now. It's not important enough for me to worry too much about...I'll just fix the vase, paint it,see the pictures and leave. That sounds like a good idea. Bullshit he knows I'm hurt so I'll just ask him for bandages so I don't get a fucking infection. There's nothing wrong with that, I know somehow he doesn't mind if I stayed here for a while and his mom would also be happy with that...they really seem to care.

Ryan comes back with the glue,paint,a few paint brushes,some painted cloth he'd used before and a plastic cup halfway full of sink water...there's a difference in the smell that's how you know if it's from the sink or not...

-soooo...why won't we go to the table?-he asked heading there.

I followed with the boxes and the broken vase,I placed the pieces on the table and the boxes on the floor. They're not too heavy. All the stuff he brought was on the table and I started fixing the vase up.

He stared at me while I was working my 'magical fingers' on the mess he made. He was suddenly moving stuff from the boxes so I just zoned out.

"This is interesting." It said calmly.
"What? This?" I asked still working the vase.
"Yeah...even with the memory loss you still have the same way of working with your hands..." It said softly.
"Uh...thanks...are you ok?" I asked a little worried.
"Yeah why?" It said still calm.
"No reason...you seem calm and lost in thought about something..." I said.
"Oh...that...yes...I am." It said.
"Mind to share?" I asked.
"Well...I would...but I won't." It said.
"Is it really that important?" I asked.
"Well...no." It said.
"Then what's stopping you?" I asked.
"Nothing really." It said.
"Then will you tell me?" I asked.
"Not now." It said.

Why?

"You woke up a day ago,got out of the hospital,just met a lot of stupid people,got the chance of reliving the loss of your parents,have no memory of what happened before this,have a completely insane girl saying she's your girlfriend with bad intentions and your family is suspicious."
"Why do you...think that?" I asked.
"The doctor said be careful he never said you have amnesia, your cousins are acting like if nothing is wrong with you and they didn't tell you either...they already know of your condition and why didn't they show up when you woke up? They didn't pick you up. The doctors aren't supposed to let a minor with your condition leave the hospital with another minor who just as much seems to know you. She didn't go inside the house with you,she didn't even drive you there because she wanted more time with you to make sure you really knew and remembered nothing,why didn't she appear in the hospital when your cousins visited? They never did visit. They don't even know about her. She knows a lot more about them than they do of her minor existence. The lame excuse of how you got in that hospital bed is a lie she made up...She's keeping an eye on you and who's the guy she was talking to? I bet he knows everything that happened to you. So what do you think?"
"I don't know..." I said annoyed at myself for not having any of the fucking answers...I'm starting to get a headache.
"I know." It said.
"The answers or everything?" I asked.
"Probably both." It stated.
"What do you mean with the 'probably both'? Either you do or you don't know anything at all." I said.
"It all depends on what you do, so its hard." It stated.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"There's so much that you could do to change things without noticing so it's hard to find out what's gonna really happen." It said.
"Oh...am I really that much work for you?" I asked sarcastically.
"Not really...it's the things that have to happen and the things that could happen, so many things...but it's ok I'll be there to warn you." It said.
"Alright, but when will you tell me?" I asked.
"The warning or the answers?" It asked.
"The answers." I said.
"Soon." It said.
"Alright..." I said. "I wonder who I'm doing this for."
"You know...you can just be doing this for you." It said.