He's here, but he's not mentally here. His body lays in the clean, white bed. The sounds of footsteps, doors slamming, and the same rhythmic beeping coming from the machine next to him.
A woman walks in the room after knocking and stares coldly at his body. I quickly noticed she wasn't a nurse. She was wearing what looking like pajamas, and her hair was up in a messy bun, one to make any straight man go 'crazy.'
"I'm Ciel's mother." She walked to the other side of Ciel and squeezed his right hand. His eyes seemed to twitch.
I stand up and puff my chest out.
"Ciel told me his mother is diseased." I fold my arms against my chest.
"Ciel is a liar."
"He is not." I responded.
"He is. This conversation is over." She raised her eyebrow at me.
"Wouldn't call this much of a conversation. I think maybe you should leave." I quietly stated.
"I'm his mother, I make the decisions for my son, sir. I don't believe I know you." She stepped closer to me.
"Fine, but hurt Ciel in any way, I will kill you." I turn my feet quickly and walk out the door, not looking back.
Did Ciel really lie to me? No...no way. Would he do that to me...?
I walk to my car and speed away back to my house and text Ciel's phone everything I've ever wanted to say to him.
Knowing Ciel's phone is off and in the next room, I still do it. I will delete the messages later.
Why can I say these things to myself, in an imaginary conversation in my head; but not to his face?
Am I scared of rejection?
I need to say what I have to say, before it's too late.
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//short chapter, whoops...but ayyy I'm camping and just have my birthday+holidays coming up so no guarantee that I'll be updating right away- but soon. c://
