The Broken Callaway

|| Your not alone anymore . . . [ Chapter 1 | Part 2 ]

|| The Broken Callaway || Jason's Perspective.

|| Your not alone anymore . . . ( part 2 )

     I was sitting on my bed, staring down a her. Her hair soaked from the rain and her clothing wet too. I sighed an brushed my bangs from my face ; annoying it was to have them falling into my face all the time. But I decided to not cut my hair too short, not a good look I thought. We smelt of wet clothing, sorta like sweaty teenagers after they had just finished with gym class, but jumped into a pool right after. I shivered and felt my body growing cold, the room was chilly and cold from the rainy weather. Thinking it was time to turn on the heater, I waddled slowly over to the heater. Bending down to examine on the poor condition it was.

    The small fragile female soon woke up, probably from me making somewhat loud ruckus, trying to turn on this stupid old heater I hadn't use in about three maybe four years.

    "Oh, sorry to wake you Ma'am...are you alright?..."

    I spoke, quickly looking at her. Wondering if she was okay, she sorta fainted back there.

    "..hnmhh?..."

    She made short small noises, still waking from the unhealthy condition she was currently in.

    I waddled over to her and watched her, pulling my wet clothing from my skin. It was sticky and gross, causing me discomfort and constant physical movements. Then I place my hand on her shoulder, as I waited for an actual reply. Not some lousy noise that could have ment anything really.

    "Mercy?..are you okay?..."

    I asked, still curious on how she was feeling.

    "..I'm okay..why?..."

    She looked around, vision blurry as she tried to scan the room. Very difficult at the moment. Not really knowing where she was, but soon realized she was in some random person's house.

    " w-what?..where am I?...who are you!?"

    She began to panic, and pant heavily. Trying to pull herself up and struggling to escape.

    I grabbed her gently and focused my eyes on hers. Obviously she couldn't reach my gaze, her vision was to blurry to see something that's not even and inch away from her face.

    "..hey, it's Jason. Your in my house..nothing to panic about. Its okay, I'm here to help..."

    I reassured her that everything was okay. Grabbing her hands and trying to help. I've always wanted to be nice and start over, and try to forget the past. She slowly calmed down, holding her red and black stripped designed sweater, and her eyes wide. Gripping the end of her short black skirt and shaking a bit from confusion. She still wasn't sure were she was, but tried to keep calm. Blinking slowly and staring into her lap, narrowing her eyebrows as her hair was stretched all over her face.

    I watch her calm down, and blinked slowly wondering if she felt any more safe. Reaching to push her hair from her eyes.

    "..eh--"

    She grabbed my hand to stop me from doing so, causing me to jump a bit. Also staying silence and not saying anything after her quite refusal. making me feeling as if I did something wrong, not how I wanted to start things off. And feeling nervous. I bit my lip unintentionally and cleared my throat, slowly taking my hand from her grip.

    "Heh...sorry I uh--"

    I was cut off by her words.

    "It's.. Okay."