Bury a Friend

17. Visitor

Molly

"You Bitch!", Georgia yells from the other side of the room.

"What did the microwave do now? Or was it a toaster?" I ask sarcasm dripping from every word. She brought both with her so that it would make things easier. Eyes closed, I hear a snicker as she approaches me.

"Keep being sassy and you'll soon have no one to feed you," she sets a plate down on my desk, near my bed. "Or give you drugs. Open up," she comes closer.

"Aaa," I let out as she puts the meds in my mouth. I'm fully capable of doing this, among other simple activities, but why would I tell her that when it feels so good to do nothing? "Thanks, Georgie."

"No problem kid. I have to go out, after you finish eating, and buy some feminine products. Can you handle being alone for a couple hours?" She says as she starts to feed me. I nod, and she continues, "Do you need anything?"

"Snacks! Lots of them, too," I eat when I'm bored. And when I'm sad. And just about any other feelings there are. It might be a problem.

"Of course, you Snack Queen," she chuckles. "I'll be off then, be careful," she throws away the paper plate and starts to get her shoes on. "Bye, Molly," she leaves.

Alone again. Finally!

I start to drift off to sleep, when I suddenly feel a presence beside me. I really don't want to open my eyes, but just in case...

I nearly scream. "Holy shit!" I scream, any chance of sleep now or in the near future leave instantly. Then I get angry, "Why are you here?"

Billie sighs, "I'm sorry. I just wanted to check up on you, and make sure that you're okay."

"Yeah right. This is your fault to begin with, you just wanted to see me in pain and helpless. I can't move and I'm all alone, perfect time for you to pounce," I roll my eyes, fear slowly growing in my stomach.

"That's not true! I-I! Nevermind. And I'm sorry, it is my fault," she mumble the last part. "I just want you to know that I'm truly sorry. Not just for the accident, but also for everything else I've ever done to you, both recently and when you were younger. I really don't want to hurt you anymore. I don't," she rushes.

There's a sense of sincerity in her voice, one that lets me almost believe that she means what she says. But I won't fall for her fake sadness this time. Not again. Especially if it ends with me in this position.

But a part of me wants to believe her. To believe that she'll stop torturing me. I don't know how much more I can take. Maybe it's just wishful thinking, but I think I see a tear slip out of her eye. She turns when she hears keys in the door, but she doesn't leave. Why isn't she leaving?

Georgia opens the door with a couple of bags, "Hey Smols, I got a mixture of snacks because I forgot to ask what you wanted and left my phone behind."

Georgia is talking to me, but I'm looking between her and Billie with wide eyes. After not responding for a while, Georgia looks at me, "What is it? Why do you look like that?"

"She can't see me," Billie says, making look at her incredulously. "She can't hear me either."

"What are you looking at? Are you okay?" Georgia asks worried, feeling my forehead for any indication of illness. "The doctor said you should be mentally fine by now, maybe we should take you ba-"

"No! I'm fine, I'm just tired. I swear," I interrupt.

"Are you sure?" She asks, to which I nod. "Fine, but take a nap now. If you're still crazy when you wake up, I'll take you back," She states, warily.

I mumble a quick 'fine' and close my eyes, not falling asleep. "I'm gonna talk, you don't have to respond," I hear Billie say as I feel her breath on my ear. "I mean every word I've said today, and I hope one day you can trust me. I'm leaving now, rest well. I'll see you again in few days," she says softly. I swear I felt a peck on my cheek, but I probably just made it up.

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Hey guys, I have some bad news.

Because of certain circumstances, I will not be able to use the weekend to write or post, etc. Therefore, with less time to write, I will be posting only on Wednesdays, as opposed to twice a week. I am truly sorry, but there is no way to post more than that, seeing as I write most on the weekends, which are no longer available to me.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, bye lovelies!