The Anatomy of Killer

Chapter 7 - It's Exhausting to Hate Him

I was curled up against something - someone - warm who was breathing deeply. I was more comfortable that I'd been in a while. They rolled over and flung their strong arm over me, pulling my small frame closer to them. I became aware that my entire body ached and my mouth felt like it was filled with cotton. I opened my eyes, fully intending to get out of bed to get some water. My brain was fuzzy, I didn't really remember what had happened the night - day - before. Did I get drunk?
The sun made my eyes hurt, so I turned away from the large windows of the room I was sleeping in. My brain registered then, who I was sleeping with.

"Jesus!" I shrieked, shooting upright in the bed. My stomach turned. Now I remember, my brain groaned.

I could barely make it to the bathroom before the contents of my stomach (which was pretty much nothing but ginger ale) made their second appearance. I was in my new favorite position: bending over the toilet on the cold tile of Marx's bathroom when I heard him speak for the first time.

"Anita? What the hell...?" Marx muttered.

"Not Anita," I moaned into the toilet.

"Oh, my God Evelyn. I'm so sorry - for everything - I didn't mean to fall asleep - I - " Marx babbled before I cut him off.

"It's fine," I said. "Will you just come in here, Noah?" My eyes filled with tears.

"Yeah, okay. Hang on." I heard the bedclothes rustle as he climbed out of bed and padded over to me and my new best friend, the toilet. "What do you need?"

"Will you just stay with me?" I whispered. "I don't want to be alone," I hated needing him like this, but I did need him.

"Yeah, of course, of course," Marx said, rubbing my back soothingly through the gray tee shirt of his that I was wearing while I was waiting for my nausea to subside. "Did I mention how much I like it when you call me Noah rather than Marx?" He stood up off of the floor and dug through the cabinets while I flushed the toilet. He produced an elastic hair band from somewhere and handed it to me as I was able to stand up and wash my hands.

I accepted the elastic and stared at my reflection in the mirror. I was pale and had dark circles under my eyes. I looked terrible, honestly. Ignoring this, which is the best one can do in this situation, I pulled my brown hair back in a messy knot at the base of my neck.

"It was a special occasion," I said, replying to his comment about his name. "It won't happen again."

"How about this: Will you please call me Noah?" he pleaded.

"Maybe. If you're nice," I said. My stomach grumbled in hunger, but I had an inkling feeling that anything that I ate would just come right back up.

"I'm always nice!" Marx protested.

"Fine. Noah," I snapped. The name felt foreign on my lips. I'd never called him by his first name - ever. I kind of liked it, though, but I couldn't allow myself to like anything about the man who had fully intended to kill me. I remembered what he had told me before we'd both fallen asleep. He might have loved Anita before. I mean, he'd said that he'd actually cared about her. I couldn't afford to have hope like that. Not that I hoped that he loved me, of course, but it's exhausting to hate him.

*INCOHERENT SCREECHING* I'm just so, so incredibly sorry for the lack of updates! I thought that this year would be so much easier than it is! In AP English we have to write two-page essays every week, and on top of that, homework from other classes and my twenty-five extracurricular activities. Anyway, you probably don't really care about my life that much. You just want to here about the chapter. First off, it was very short. Secondly, it was very boring, but we do get a little of what Anita* thinks of Noah. Also, how cute was the name conversation?

Questions, Questions

1) Do you think that Noah loved Anita?

2) Do you think that he has any feelings towards Evelyn?

3) Will their relationship ever get repaired?

4) Will Anita ever learn to trust him again?

5) Who wants more Gabriel? *raises hand*

6) Taking any exciting classes this year? (If you're in school) I'm taking AP Language and Composition and German Online which are both super cool.

I hoped that you enjoyed that very short, very boring filler chapter. Don't forget to comment, vote, and follow me if you feel the undeniable urge to do so. (Please do so, I get a big kick out of it (:)

Thanks again.

xxCelia

*I'm going to be referring to her as Anita in the author's notes just because that's who she really is. She's Anita DeSantos and she always will be.

***If you're reading this, comment: Eggo waffles*** (Who are my Stranger Things fans out there?)