Remember

Chapter 36:The Bobby Pin

I stand there wondering what exactly could be up there. I slowly walk in, too scared to move any further. I hear Sawyer walking up the stairs and I quickly close the door, rushing back to sit on the toilet. He doesn't say a word to me as he enters the bathroom. He's too focused on his suture kit.

I hear him mutter a few words angrily, but it doesn't sound like Spanish. He finally looks at me, his green eyes eyeing me suspiciously. I hate that he figures out that I'm always up to something.

"You better not touch any of my shit." He warns me, while he runs back downstairs. Without a second thought I make my way back into his closet and push open the hidden door. It's pitch black, but the further I walk in the more I'm able to see. I hurry to the top of the stairs and I'm faced with another door. I roll my eyes, great. I go for the door knob and I'm disappointed when I find it locked. I can see light illuminating from the bottom of the door and it makes me want to break down the door just to see what's on the other side; but now isn't the time. I hurry back downstairs before Sawyer can catch me snooping around, who knows what he'll do if he found out I know about this room. Maybe it's his man cave?

"I'm over here dying, bleeding out and you're running around like a child." I tease him. Sawyer just looks at me and puts gloves on.

"You're not dying." He says gruffly. He carefully unwraps the bandages he put on and cleans my wounds again. "Good, bleeding has slowed." He whispers to himself.

I watch as he gets his needle and thread and I'm taken back to the girl who got shot and Sawyer saving her life. What's your story Sawyer?

He takes my arm and gently places it on the bathroom counter and begins at the center of my opened wound. I watch Sawyers face morph into concentration, his face hard and his eye brows creased. He moves his curls up against his forehead before starting. I right away feel the needle pierce through my skin and I yell, trying to pull my arm away. But Sawyer is quick.

"Don't." He spits, standing up from his bent position, to hold onto me tighter.

"It hurts." I cry, not being able to contain my tears.

"How the fuck did you manage to do this?" He looks up at me, his stare dark. I turn away as he continues stitching. The pain is sharp and the tug and pulling of my skin is even worse. Tears continue to spill and I try to hold in any sound of pain. He makes stitching up look easy, when he's done all I see are a series of knots tied over my cut.

"Here." Sawyer says, while I cry and admire his stitch work. I look up at what he's handing me and they're pain pills.

"Was it a nightmare?" He says, more like a statement than a question.

"Yea.." I whisper, trying to clean the snot running down my nose. He hands me tissue paper and I blow my nose.

"I'm sure you're unaware you sleep walk. It's obvious you're bloody clumsy that you're even a danger to yourself." He tells me as he cleans up.

"It makes sense. They seem so real." I stare into space, trying to figure out how to stop me from walking around when I sleep.

"Same one, I assume." Sawyer turns to me again, reading my face as I answer. I nod yes.

"Sorta." I tell him, getting up wanting to leave and not be in his presence.

"You can tell me you know." He says frustrated. We both stare at each other and I almost give in, but he wouldn't be much help with something that isn't real.

"Thank you for this." I tell him pointing to my arm. His face hardens and he curtly nods. I walk out not knowing what else to say.

I head downstairs and pay a little visit to Gator and of course Sheryl.