Recap:
I park on the opposite side of the parking lot, and sit in my car for about another five minutes, convincing myself to get out.
I'm so focused on that though that I don’t notice the person standing outside my door until they knock on my window.
I yelp when I look to see James standing just outside my window,
“You are late,” he says when I roll my window down.
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“Actually I've been here a while. I just was deciding if I could come talk to you or not,” I reply honestly.
“Why couldn’t you?” he asks, his eyes narrow as he looks me over.
I'm sure he notices how much I’ve lost weight. It was like after I woke up any physical problems I was having hit fast forward, and now everything is going downhill fast. I'm not only pale anymore, but almost a sickly grey color. My coughing more than I am not and my hands are shaking so badly I can't even hold things without dropping them.
I hardly can keep any food down, and when I do its small things, so I should be starving, but I'm not. I don’t even notice that I haven’t eaten.
“Because I'm nervous about what you have to tell me,” I admit.
He studies me a moment, “Most people wouldn’t admit something like that,” he says.
I shrug, “Well hey, I'm dying. What do I have to lose?” I ask.
He sighs, “Are you so willing to die? Because if you are I won’t have to save you,” he says.
“My parents would be crushed if I died,” I say.
“I'm not asking about your parents, I am asking about you,” he says, and grabs my chin and tilts my head up so I have to look at him.
“I don’t want to die,” I admit.
“Okay then, get out of the car.”
He sighs then, opening my door, and waits, obviously giving me no choice.
I roll my window up, turn my car off, and climb out. When the wind blows though, I sway a little.
James steadies me, looking pissed, and then closes my door.
“Can you image that I use to have an athletic build? I was pretty good at soccer, and now just a little wind is knocking me over,” I say as we walk, trying to hide my nervousness with chatter.
James isn’t one for chatter though, “It could have something to do with you dying,” he says, and that puts an end to me talking to him.
Jerk.
When we reach the playground, the woman on the bench stands and grins at me,
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