Since when do cannibals fall in love with their food?

27. Since when do cannibals fall in love with their food?

KATS POV

When I wake up and Charlie isn't there, I sit up straight wondering where he is, but then all of yesterday comes crashing down on me like a ton of bricks and I slowly lay down putting a hand over my aching stomach. Tears fill my eyes and I let self pity wash over me for about a millisecond before I wipe away the tears and force myself to climb out of bed.

I need to go find Charlie, and sitting around crying isn't going to help me, or him. I'm all packed and ready to go, there's nothing stopping me.

I slip on clothes that I had laid out the night before, jeans and a tank top. The jeans will probably be really hot, but I don't want to be afraid of getting poison ivy or something, and with jeans and sneakers that makes my chances of getting it lower. I somehow managed to not get it last time, I really don't know how that happened. After I was with Charlie though, I'm sure he knew to just keep him and me away from it.

I don't even bother to brush my hair before I throw it into a ponytail and then fiercely brush my teeth before slipping on my sneakers, grabbing my bag, and leave the house. I make my way to the hospital quickly.

"Kat, I wasn't sure if you had left yet." My father says when he sees me.

I gesture towards my bag, "I'm going in prepared this time, and by the time I had gotten this all together it was to late to start out last night."

He nods and as I sit on the edge of my bed and tugs at my hair, "So you came to say goodbye?"

I cover his hand with mine, "Just for now, and I might not even find him today, I mean I might come see you tomorrow. I just wanted to tell you that I was going, and that I'll call as soon as I get there.... or don't get there."

He sighs, "Most fathers wouldn't let their daughters wander off into the woods like this."

I laugh, "I lived there for a month, I'm not afraid of it, and I'm going in prepared."

"I didn't think you would be afraid of it, I mean you're not afraid of anything.." Then a slow smile breaks across his face and I try to remember him right at this moment, healthy... or healthiest in awhile, and happy, "Except for thunder."

I roll my eyes and he laughs, I also try to remember every high and low of his laugh.

Who knows what condition he'll be in next time I see him?

I look at my watch and see that's it's already 11 and I sigh, "I need to go."

He nods sadly, "Alright, promise to come see me soon?"

I kiss his head, "Of course."

Then I stand up and we both say words of father, daughter love, and then I'm walking out of the hospital.

I find myself on the edge of the woods where Charlie and I walked out that day I was sick. I sigh trying to figure out where I should enter from. Then I say screw it, all the spots look the same to me and I start to move foreword. About ten feet in I wrap a ribbon around a tree branch.

My stomach flips at the thought of seeing Charlie, I might be with him tonight, and the secret of us loving each other will be set free, and then neither of us will have to worry.

I really just hope this works.

CHARLIES POV

Day, two. Or.. as they say in Spanish, Dos de Dias. Or would it just be Dias dos. I sigh, I was never very good at Spanish. Either way is doesn't matter, in Spanish or English... or German! it's still going to be day two of no Kat. The fact that I'm already counting is ridiculous, you think I'd wait till the week after and then start counting, but of course not.