Waiting For Autumn

Chapter: 6 - September

September 3rd, 2015
Autumn is 16

"You're- You're that,"
I stutter.
I couldn't believe it was him.
The guy that helped saved me when I jumped off my building.  And he's standing right in front of me.

Anna seemed very confused.

"Do, do you guys know each other?"
Anna asks out loud.

"Uh,"
Nathan starts.
"No."
I turn to Anna.
"No we don't."

Nathan looks down real quick, and back up.

I feel like he made it way more awkward and dramatic than he should have, but I was part of that also.  I was just surprised.

"Ok, well Nathan, can you help Autumn with her bags?"
Anna asks.

"She only has like two!"
He whines.

"Now."
Anna says strictly, pointing her finger towards the stairs.

Nathan sighs, and walks to the living room, picks up my bags, and stands by the steps leading upstairs.

"Well, come on."

"Oh, right, sorry."
I put my head down, and follow him up.

He acts like it's some big task, and like he's never worked before.
Slowly but surely, he makes his way to the top of the stairs, and he walks to the first door on the left, and opens it.  I follow him again.
He flips on a light switch, and drops my bags on the floor.
"Here's your room.  The bathroom is almost right across from here."

"Ok. Thank you."

And with a roll of his eyes, and a sigh, he was quickly gone.

I just shrugged and looked around the room.  It was a rather dull room.  An olive green on one wall, and a light gray on another.  The carpet was long, and a light tan, and the curtains on the windows were gray also.  There was a dresser, a small carpet, a mirror, and a stool beneath it.  There was a little white nightstand by the stool, and beside the bed, with drawers on them.  Finally, after inspecting the unknown place, I began unpacking.
I unzipped my slouch bag, and took out a few picture frames, shoes, shampoo, a brush, and all my clothes. 
I decided that I probably wouldn't be bothered for the rest of night, since it is most likely awkward for them as well.
But at least Anna wasn't rude.
I chuckle and roll my eyes.
I was still in awe that I was staying at the house of one of the guys that caught me.
I totally could've jumped myself. 
I mean, I would have probably broken a leg, but I could've jumped myself.
I hear a door slam downstairs.  I must have made someone mad.
But how?
I didn't do anything.
Oh wait. That's right.
I moved into their house.
I knew I'd be burden.  I knew I'd be trouble.  And I didn't even do anything.   I look down, to find a piece of paper crumpled up at the bottom of my bag.
Oh yeah.  I forgot.
I pick the paper up, and begin to unwrap the envelope.
It was torn up, ripped up, and had cat slobber all over it.
I roll my eyes.
"Ew..."
The paper looks older.
The words on it were cursive, and hard to read. Holes from the cat's teeth were fairly scattered throughout the letter, but it was easy enough to make out.

It was for me.

June 8th, 2000

'Dear, Autumn. By the time you are reading this, we must be gone. We have asked my sister to hide this letter for us until you were at a fair enough age to read it. I am writing to you from Mexico; a strange place, I know. And by the look in your worry father's eyes, we won't be seeing you any time soon.