My Time To Go

5

It doesn't take long before we reach her house.

"wait upstairs in my room" she demands

"pffffffttttt" I say as I stalk away.

Barging into her room the air is soaked with the smell of blooming berries, ripe raspberries and pungent pineapples. Boredom overtakes me as I sit on her desk chair and rummage through her drawer, I pull out a loose piece of paper see her perfect ticks next to each sentence, along with a date.

Swim with dolphins ✓31/12/2017

Make a tie dye shirt ✓20/2/2018

Help someone I don't like✓9/4/2018

Could she be talking about me? I mean that was this week.

For some odd reason the paper was ripped in half, I wonder what happened to the other side carelessly I toss the paper on the desk. Finally in glides Rachael hauling a first aid kit.

"Take off your shirt."

Slowly I peel off my torn shirt and she freezes at the sight of my battered abs and scathed chest. She sits next to me and opens the kit, takes out the rubbing alchol and dabs it on my wounds with a cotton ball.

I feel her warm, soft fingers brush my skin as she puts the bandage on, and through all of this we sit in silence with my heart racing and blood rushing quickly through my body.

Her hands stops on my chest, and then moves to my arm, to my abdomen and then to my neck.

'What happened? Why do you have all these scars?' she whispers, while still grazing her delicate fingers against my skin.

'Don't worry', I reply huskily. I grasp her hands to stop them from roaming my body while I looks into her eyes, it's filled with passion and concern. .

'Please tell me', she said.

She looks like she is on the verge of tears, and I can't handle that right now, that shit hits a soft spot for me and makes me feel awkward, uncomfortable and useless. I never know what to do.

'Please don't cry"

I walk to her desk and pick up her bucket list.

"where's the other half"

'I hid it', she replies as she sniffles.

'Why?' I reply curiously. I mean that's a weird thing to do.

'Because I'm yet to complete it so I just thought I would keep it separate from what I have completed.'

'So, what's on the list?'

'Get a tattoo, be in two places at once, write a book, go to a drive in movie. Just stupid stuff like that'

"So what's you number one?"

"I can't tell you".

"Why not"

"It's for certified people only"

"I'm guessing that I'm not?"

"Exactly. Anyway you should get some rest. You can sleep here while I go and make dinner I'll call you when I'm done."

And with that she walked out of the room and downstairs until I could no longer hear her heels clicking. Before I knew it I was knocked out in Rachael Collins bed.