Auxilium Haven

03

I woke up in a white room. I was laying down in a white covered bed. Well, everythings's white. It makes me want to paint them bloody red.

I shook my head at the idea. I shouldn't be thinking like this.

"YOU LITTLE PUNK! I THOUGHT YOU'RE OKAY?!"I heard a very loud and stern voice. It was high-pitched that my ears hurt from hearing her.

I thought I am okay, too, Trish.

I did not answer, instead, I mentioned Ryan.

"What about Ryan?"and she crossed her arms, eyebrows were heavenwards.

Should I tell her or not? I want Ryan to say it himself to Trisha. But I did not do that. They discovered me in my room hopeless and pale, clothes are covered with blood. They thought I was dead.

I suddenly straight up. It made Trisha flinch. "Ryan! We need to go to Ryan!"

"Ryan's fine! He went out for a while to bring food for you."

Oh. I closed my eyes, relieved. "Did he say anything? Is he okay?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Kaye, do you like Ryan?"

My eyes widened. "No! I was just asking if he did anything suspicious to his life..."

She smiled. "I know it. I just kept silent since then. I knew he's slitting his wrist everyday. I saw him."

I heave a sigh again. "Why didn't you do anything?"

She shook her head. "He hates me."

I fell silent. So they're just acting in front of me? To make me feel good? 

"He should be the one to be here and not me."

"He doesn't black out like you. He should be fine."she said.

"He's paler, though."

The door opened and it showed Ryan holding two plastic bags. He smiled when he saw me alive. As if, I died.

"I bought you donuts and ice cream."and he smiled. He walked to me and put aside the plastic bags. He held my hands.

"I'm glad you're okay."

I frowned like what he did in front of me. "You should be the one whose laying down here."

He chuckled. "I'm fine. Look!"

I rolled my eyes and pulled my hands back. I hate him acting tough.

He sighed and gave up. I thought he's going to leave but he opened the gallon of ice cream and it was vanilla.

Okay, I'm just resisting. Vanilla's my favorite flavor. He took a spoon and scooped the ice cream.

"I'm going to eat this," he said. He opened his mouth and slowly put the ice cream-- I stopped him.

"That's my ice cream,"

He laughed, a real laugh. I opened my mouth and my tongue missed the taste of vanilla. I'm getting emotional. It's been a while since I ate my favorite foods.

"Kaye. Why are you crying?"Trisha asked.

I shook my head and continued to eat the ice cream. Tears continued to flow. Before mom and dad died, we ate ice cream and we were so happy. I did not know it will be the last time I'd be happy.

"Thank you for staying with me and making me happy for a while,"even though it was cringey, I continued to thank them.

"I hope you two will be okay, too. Thank you for everything, Trisha and Ryan,"

"Ahhh~ You're so sweet,"Trisha hugged me. Ryan hugged me from my other side.

I cried so much that the ice cream melted. I now have a reason to live.