Fix You ~Completed~

Act Twenty-Five-Point-Five

Clem...? You okay buddy?

Oh sorry, I fell asleep.

Lem, I sent that 4 hours. Must have been a good nap, bud.

Yes.

Are you stop half sleep?

Yes.

Don't fall asleep again.

Yes. I want breakfast.

Clem, you okay?

Yes.

Okay.

Yes.

So can we still see you on New Year's or did the tyrant say NAY?

I miss you guys too much. Yes!!! :)

Haha, gotcha. Come to pick ya up later, alligator.

Gale. :'D

Seriously, though, you cool?

Yeah. Why wouldn't I be? My favorite nutjobs are coming home!!! :)

Ha, you dweeb. Just making sure. Never know with that thing you live with.

Thing?

Nm. On a different note, though, EAT BREAKFAST. LEM YOU NEED TO GET NUTRIENTS. GET YOUR CALORIES, CLEM. YOU'RE A GROWING BOY!

I'll try.

Do or do not. There is no try.

Why do I have the feeling that's a reference to something?

STAR WARS. GOOD GOLLY. IT'S A STAR WARS QUOTE!!!

Oh, okay. Sorry. It's been years since I've seen those.

A Star Wars marathon is in your future, my dear friend. See you soon.

The phone turned off. I sunk into bed, beside Kyla, and stared blankly up at the ceiling. My mind had burnt edges. I folded my hands over my chest, holding the phone to my bare skin, and put all my focus into one spot on the ceiling.

It doesn't hurt, I told myself. If you just stop thinking about it, it won't hurt.

The bruises would heal. They always healed.

"I can't fucking believe you started texting that creep as soon as I turned away to clean the mess you made on the sheets!" Kyla had snarled when I had curled my body into itself, attempting to keep all my vital organs safe from him. It was the tuck we were taught in elementary school during tornado drills.

"I-I didn't make the mess!" I'd stammered. It bothered me he accused it of being my mess when it came out of his body. "Kyla, please!"

It doesn't hurt. It never hurts.

All I wanted to do was talk to Gale. I hadn't seen him and Eddie in so long. I wanted my friends, I wanted to have fun. Kyla didn't want that.

I rolled onto my side, careful not to lean into my left hip where Kyla had done the most damage. My boyfriend looked so precious when he slept. He looked like the angel I told myself he was.