The Babysitter

#9: The Other Side

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Everything was dark. Then there was light.
Man that was cheesy as hell. Where am I? This pillow is soft but my bed is so hard. Why?
*Noise sniffles*

I'm I sniffing my noise? No. I should get up but I'm comfortable. Yeah I'll get up.

I sat up and realized I was on the floor.

Bloody hell? I'm on the floor... Why?

*More sniffling noise*
Where am I? Eyes focus, oh I'm in my living room. On the floor? Why?

Welp I know where the sniffling is coming from. It's Stanley, nope didn't sound better in my head. I'm still calling her Stan.

Oh no I made her cry again! Twice in a row. I'm a total trash bag. Damn.
Her solemn face reminds me of hers. How she begged me to not leave her. Even though she couldn't talk but her face told me everything. It was me, it was my fault she past away and others too.

I'm so mean. I need to be better for her. I mean if another person suffers because of me I won't forgive myself.

"Um Stan? Are you okay and why I'm I on the floor?" I questioned.

I seriously could not remember what had happened. It's like this blankness.
I also wanted to know why she was crying. Part of me feels it was me but then how did I make her cry again?

"I uh uh not cry." She had whispered.

She's such a terrible liar. Her face was wet with tears and her eyes puffy.

"I'm uh sweaty..." She had said afterwards.

I wanted to pressure her to tell me why she was crying but then that'd make everything worse so I decided to lighten the mood.

"Um not to seem rude or anything but uh I asked if your okay not if your sweaty. Even though it is kind of hot. And again why I'm I on the floor?" I asked and rubbed my head because it was killing me.

"Well you see-" She began to tell me but I interrupted her because I had remembered.

All my memories started flooding.

"Wait. I was going to go to a party with some friends and I was black mailing you! Oh no did I make you cry again? I'm honestly sorry although you ruined my plans. And I'm slightly intimidated of you, even though I'm bigger." I had told her.

Jeez she could hit. I can't remember when was the last time someone hit me that hard and I've gotten into fights with the "toughest" people but her punch was above and beyond.

"No I'm not crying I'm just sweating, I'm fine. Sorry about your eye. Your mom's going to kill me." She lied to me once again about her not crying.

"Yeah sweating, right. Why do you have my phone? How'd you figure out the passcode? Have you gone through my photo gallery?"

I started to panic because there were some pretty embarrassing photos I had and not the good kind.

"Uh Claire wanted to see Thor, which by the way I didn't expect her to like Thor. And no I haven't gone through your photo gallery."

Hm. She looks kind of fishy. I feel like she did go through my photos but she doesn't look flustered so she probably just deleted her photos. Hahaha to bad for her I had back ups.

Anyway, I remember when I had this major obsession with Thor because he had a hammer. Then I expressed my thoughts to Claire and now I think she has a crush on him.

"Uh that might have been my fault... we watched the Thor movie and all the avengers movies with Thor. So now she has a thing for Thor and hammers. Alrighty toss meh the phone well ya." I confessed shamefully and smiled at the memory of multiple hours that I had spent with my lil sister.