Vial Happiness

Chapter Ten - Orphan

I made my way to Delver Street, and began examining the numbers on each building. 49, 51, 53, 55. It was a thin building made entirely of bricks, there was no sign on the front. It looked like a normal house. I walked up the stairs to the front door and knocked. The door opened, and Brianne walked out.

            “Look who it is.” She grinned.

            “Why are you here?” I asked confused.

            “Because it’s my house, duh.”

            “You told me this was a place where I could get help.”

            “It is. Are you coming in?” She twisted the door handle. I contemplated for a moment, and then walked in.

            “Take off your shoes and leave them on the doormat.” She asked authoritatively. I abided and took them off. She began walking up the stairs to the left. Then turned around and asked “Are you coming or what?”

            “Oh” I blinked twice and followed her up the stairs. There were three doors in the upstairs hallway, she walked to the one in the middle and opened it.

            “This is my room.” She said as I walked in. It seemed to represent her well. Black walls with a blue carpet. On the walls were pictures of two adults and a baby girl. She sat on her bed, which had blue sheets and patted the spot next to her. I awkwardly sat down next to her. 

            “So,” I began to ask, “How are you able to help me?”

            “Stop avoiding the real question you want to ask.” She replied quickly. “You want to know why I was watching you in the vial room.”

            I did not reply, it was as if she read my mind.

            “Well, since you won’t be nice enough to ask,” She said sarcastically. “I was trying to get proof.”

            “Proof of what?”

            “Proof that Caesar is a dirty liar. That was the perfect opportunity for me to get a picture of him without smiling, but you walked in.”

            “And how did I change that?”

            “Because I can’t show the world a picture of you sneaking off into some room and getting caught by him! And when you both left it was time to go so I couldn’t get another chance.”

            “You could not of have just cropped me out of the picture?”

            She hit herself in the face with her palm and laughed. “Gosh I’m stupid.”

            “No you are not.” I grinned.

            “Ugh,” She groaned. “Stop it with that talk. You’re a heartless, you can say contractions!”

            “I am not a Heartless!”

            “Then why didn’t you drink that vial, you had the chance.”

            I bit my lip, she was right.

            “That’s right!” She said, pointing her finger at me. I laughed.

            “So,” I stopped smiling. “You said these feelings get better right?”

            “Yeah, of course they do. You only have three weeks left, you’ll survive.”