Chapter 12
"I'm Harry."
"No, for real. Who are you" I say in a stiffer tone.
He sighed, staring in to his cup and paused.
Staying like this for a minute or two, he speaks up.
"I'm Harry. I can't say my last name, no one knows & no one should."
"Well, were are you from?"
"I'm from England, Holmes Chapel."
I stay staring at him under the dim lights of the halls, Harry had a hard stare in to the mug.
"Are you okay" I suddenly regret asking.
He picked up his hard stare and looked to me with dark eyes that don't have any color what so ever.
"What's it to you about how I feel."
"You were beaten and you don't look the best. I just though-"
"Well, you fucking see that I'm not. There is no point of asking if I'm okay if you see me limping around."
I was taken aback from his out lash on me.
Not even a few seconds ago he was fine.
'I'm sorry" I said softly.
I looked away & just stared at my lap reminding me that I need to change.
"Aren't we all sorry for our actions, now are we Brooke."
Harry lifts up my chin to face his soul less eyes.
"Let me just put this out there, sometimes story's should be left untold for the good."
I looked away from him, and had a struggle to process why I let this guy in my home.
"Are you bipolar" I said after a few moments of silence.
He looked over to me with a angry expression.
"I should leave. Bye" he said in a cold stanza.
And with that, he got up from the table and went to put on his pants in the living room. A clatter of a table and plate was heard, a place where I put my keys. All sort of noises were heard for a minute or two.
The last noise he had left with the atmosphere was the loud slam of the door & a sigh of relief swept over me.
I'm glad that man is out of here, I would have thrown him out sooner but I believe in giving everyone a chance.
I rested my head in my hands and thought, why is it that I'm so nice to everyone but don't get anything in return. Not even the feeling of happiness.
Dear god how I miss being happy, or was I ever happy?
Happiness, what do I know about it?
I stood up from the table and headed upstairs to change in to another same old dress. Literally.
The floorboards quietly creak under my naked feet making my way up the stairs, passing by black and white photos in frames. My favorite photo is at the very top, where i sit alone on a bench staring at the sky at night. I used to have a Polaroid camera, but I had to sell it to pay for my rent.
It's been 6 weeks since I last took a photo. Quickly I opened my door and stepped up to my closet, It's funny how i only have 10 dresses. One for work, the black and white one. It is my favorite actually so I picked it out.
I reached over to the hem of my sweater, lifting it over my head just to leave me in a grey bra. I eventually get out of my tight pants as well. I'll probably never get used to jeans but I have to now because of winter and all.
