Blurred Lines.

Days.

Agatha's POV -

I laid in the bed for what seemed like an eternity. The sun had already set. The stars hung high in the sky. Since lying here I opted to open the huge curtains to my window and expose a balcony. I wanted to go out there, but the fear of being in open air kept me safely in my room.

A few hours later after my screaming break down, someone had knocked on my door, but I decided to play asleep. I didn't think that I could handle facing anyone in that room. It had come to be so much more than what I thought it would.

But after sitting in here and focusing on the little sounds, like my breathing or the hum of the heating unit as it hummed softly in the back ground, I decided it wasn't so bad and that I could actually handle listening to the sounds.

I was confident, pretty soon, I wouldn't even notice them at all and I could move on to conquer another sound. I was sure that I would be okay. But even as I said it, the monster that had grown inside of me, was snickering and was telling me that I would never be okay again. But I would, right?

The stars started fading out the sun was peaking out through the clouds. I hadn't slept a wink. For the first time, I wasn't able to sleep. I was tired, yes, but my body wasn't going to let me calm down enough to get even a little bit of sleep.

There was another knock on my door. I hesitated. I could just ignore it and whoever is on the other side could just go ahead and carry on. But as I laid here, the knock continued. Someone was not going to give up on me. They were going to wake me up one way or the other.

So, I rolled out of bed and opened the door. Red was standing with a plate in his hands. He half smiled at me. His face a little red. Had he gotten embarrassed for waking me up?

"I made your breakfast. Come have breakfast with us." He said. I wondered if Jake was out there still. I didn't know. I didn't know anything. Because I chose to block them all out.

"I'm going to stay in here for now. I'm not hungry." I lied. I was starving and the eggs with bacon looked pretty good. My belly growled at my protest, but I didn't want to give in.

"Then I'm coming in there with you and we can eat breakfast together." He picked up another plate that he had obviously carried over with him. It's like he knew that I would refuse.

I let him in. I went over and sat down on the bed and he brought in the two plates then went back out and brought two glasses of orange juice.

He set down in the floor in front of the bed and grabbed a fork from his plate and stabbed some of the eggs. I looked down at him and decided to join him. I sat with my legs folded under me. I took the fork and took a bite of the food myself.

The food was wonderful. That first bite was like eating it food for the first time. I closed my eyes savoring the taste. I'm pretty sure that I even moaned a little. I didn't care. It was amazing.

"I had an accident that took me five years to recover from. That first bite of solid food was like being born again. I thought that I was going to die and go to heaven in that moment." He was staring at me when I opened my eyes.

"What happened?" I asked curiously. He shrugged, taking another fork full of food in his mouth.

We chewed in silence as I took him each flavor of the plate. I had never been much to eat meat in my former life, but I wasn't complaining. I would eat meat and any other food that I was allowed to eat with my time here.

"I acted on impulse rather than instinct and I paid the ultimate price for it." He practically dismissed it altogether. I got that sinking feeling that he didn't like talking about his past no more than I wanted to forget mine.