Be Patient... Please.

Chapter 3

 I open the door.

And instantly regret it.

Standing there. Was the boy that had walked home with me earlier that day. He was sitting there at an easel, painting, facing the other direction. He was so focused on the painting that he didn't hear me come in. He also didn't notice that I had approached behind him.

"What'cha painting?" I curiously ask. "Looks really nice."

The boy had been painting a sunset with a forest. It looked almost professional, he's very talented. The boy turned and looked at me, he stumbled and fell off of the stool he had been sitting on.

"W-WHA" He yelled. "WH- Oh, It's you. What are you doing here? This is my house you know." He chuckled.

"Well," I said. "ya know that amazing mom you were talking about? Well apparently she's good friends with my dad, she wanted me to come introduce myself."

I might as well be nice... he hasn't done anything, but he can. Again, I'm never going to trust him, but I don't need to be rude.

"Oh, I see. Well, since you asked, I'm painting a forest." He said plainly. "What do you think? I think that I could have done better on the shading around the sun, it looks kinda choppy."

"It looks nice to me." I say encouragingly. "I think the shading looks very fluid, you're very talented. By the way, I never asked, what's your name?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I never said. I'm Larry," He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "what about you? I bet you have some bad ass name to match your personality."

"H-heh uh-uhm," I stutter. "Y-you see... About my name... It's uhm... S-sally."

"w-what!" He looks at me shockingly. "I-I'm so sorry, I must have assumed..."

"Assumed what?" I ask. "That my name was cool?"

"Heh uhm no... That you're a guy" He looks down apologetically. "I'm sorry..."

"W-What?" I ask. " I am a guy. I know the hair and name can be misleading but... Do I really look feminine?

"HUH?" He yells. "N-NO, I thought you w-were a guy b-but the name j-just confused me."

I snicker and start laughing really hard.

"W-what's so fucking f-funny?" He asks. "Did I d-do something?"

"heh- uh, n-no." It becomes hard to contain the laughter. "I-it's just that, ahem, y-you uhm, pFft, sorry, it's just y-your face when y-you though t-that you o-offended me." Tears of laughter start to sting at my one good eye. 

"H-huh?" He looks at me shockingly. "D-dude! What the hell? you scared me!"

"Sorry," I was going to continue the sentence but I become lost in thought. Hes being nice to me, but just like everyone else, he's going to betray me. I can't get attached, I'm going to have to keep my distance for a while. I cannot get comfortable around someone, not again, never. I hurt everyone around me, and everyone around me hurts me too. I need to leave.... soon.

"Hey dude, you okay?" He asks. "You're zoning out over there."

"U-uhm yes... B-but uhm.." I say, sounding scared. "I-I have to go."

Before he can say anything I'm booking it out of his room. I run out of his front door and bolt to the elevator. I press my floor and the doors close. I sigh, I allow my legs to slouch and I slide to the bottom of the elevator. I began to cry. Not again, I cannot. My dad will notice. I lift my mask slightly and wipe my eye, I lower the mask and stand. Again, the high pitched ring tells me that I have arrived. I walk out of the elevator and approach my door. Before I can turn the handle the door swings open, I'm greeted again by that brown haired woman. I can hear my dad from the living room.

"Bye Lisa!" He yells. "See you tomorrow!"

The woman turns and sees me in the doorway.

"Oh!" She exclaims. " Sally! you're home!"

"H-hello," I stutter. " So your name is Lisa?"

I walk into the living room and face my door. "Ill see you later... Lisa."

I speed walk to my room and close the door. I can hear Lisa talk to my dad for a couple seconds before I hear the front door close. She left. It was just me and my dad, like usual. I head straight to my bed and flop down. I start thinking about what had happened in Larry's room. Why did I run? He's probably going to pester me with questions on the way to school tomorrow. I would go early to avoid him, but I can't afford to lose anymore sleep, and I can't go late because my dad would freak out. Fuck... I don't want to be rude to him... But I can't let him close to me either. I guess i'll just have to treat him as an acquaintance, nothing more, nothing less. I set my mask down on my dresser and lay back down. I face my ceiling and just stare. That off place shard, still there, still... lingering. The shard has become more noticeable now, like its getting worse, encouraging other shards to move as well, causing my stomach to churn. It's like a part of me is off, and it just keeps getting worse. How do I make it stop? What's causing it? I then realized something, this... shard has shifted before, caused me pain. It happened the same day I woke up from surgery, after that hazy dream, about a boy. I didn't know who the boy was at the time, but now I know, It was Larry. This is happening because of Larry. Larry? What's going on... What does this mean? Why did I have a dream of him? Why is he causing all this uneasiness? Fuck... What's happening to me?

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What IS happening to our sweet cinnamon roll Sal? Guess we'll find out soon.

-GladSnail ❤