Fractured

Chapter 15

After exploding my whole life story into Mason shoulders , I'm exhausted an I find myself curling up into Masons embrace and falling asleep.

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When I wake up the apartment is silent. Mason must have left for a while. I feel a lot better than I did hours ago. Relief is defiantly off my shoulder and I feel almost, normal. Almost.

The blanket that was wrapped around me is now bunched up at the foot of the couch. I Kick in my sleep. A lot perhaps more then normal. When Andrew and I where little we always used to camp out in each other's rooms. Playing with glow sticks and telling stories all night. Andrew. I miss him. I smile at the memory.

I pull my phone out of my pocket flipping it over a few times in my hand. I'll turn it on just not yet.

I put it back in Masons pocket and stand up.

Two more days and Andrew and I will be graduating. But do I really want to walk across that stage and accept life after highschool. The real world, as much as I was looking forward to this before.. Well before everything that's happened I don't want to go on. Especially when everything I've even known isn't waiting for me on the other side. I push away my thoughts they're giving me a headache. One that I certainly don't need now.

I grab the blanket folding it up and walk into Masons room and set it on his bed. His bed is a pretty large size about a king with a maroon colored comforter rolled in a ball on the other side of the bed. His walls a light cream colored with a wooden dresser and a closet.

My stomach grumbles reminding me that all I are today was a cup of instant noodle soup.

I make my way to his kitchen,

Would it be rude to rummage his cupboards for food? Probably. He already has a lot on his shoulders. Worrying about feeding another mouth should not be on the list of things he has to worry about. I can't stay much longer.

Ill just drink some water. I open the cupboard closest to the sink and grab a plastic cup and turn on the kitchen sink running my fingers under the stream waiting for it to get colder. The water turning a bit of a brown color from the dirt on my hands. I really should take a shower. When the water is cold enough I fill the cup up and take a seat on the bar stool, my legs dangling down not quite long enough to touch the floor.

I set my cup on the counter almost directly on top of a pale blue sticky note. I skim the note just incase it's not for me, but it is. So I pick it up and read it.

Al, you should probably eat something and take a shower, your stinking up my couch. If you want to stay another night you can I don't mind. There's pizza in the fridge that I made earlier but I didn't want to wake you up so you'll just have to warm it up. I washed your clothes when I did a load of clothes wash earlier they're on the sink in the bathroom. I'm at work, I'll be back around seven.

If you need anything call me.

Followed by his number.

I can't stay long. I hate depending on peopel and I defiantly don't want to be a free loader.

I give in and decide to eat some pizza and grab it from the fridge and eat it cold. I'm honestly to lazy to warm it up. The crust is a little hard but it'll do.

I'll have to find a job. After all this time I've taken off at the bookstore I highly doubt Polly will let me keep my job but I call her anyways. After talking to her for a while she says that she expected my absence with everything that's been going on and for a mere second I'm irritated with her. Irritated because she has no idea what's 'going on'. She's just trying to help. I remind myslef. After a few minutes of Polly rambling on she tells me she has to go and we hang up.