Dea Shattered

⎈Chapter 13: Recovery

The patter of rain could be heard hitting the roof of the motel, I just stared up at the ceiling from my bed. Listening to the raindrops hit the roof over and over again, a never-ending circle

    I rolled over and picked up my phone from where I tossed it on the bed, it lit up the darkroom. A new message sat waiting on the home screen for me to reply to. I already knew what the message said though, it was from Nene. She was asking how I was holding up, but I simply tossed my phone back down and curled up.

    Over the years I had killed multiple people, it had to be around one-hundred. They had always been forced killings though, sacrifices to the sea. What we had just done was not a sacrifice to the sea, it was mass murder.

I felt the salty tears going down my face and dampening my pillow, I let out a shuddering sob and rubbed my face. Why did I ever think I could have a somewhat normal life. I thought I could put a little bandage to hide a ghastly scar of a secret, so I bought a house. I partied like I was a college student, I allowed myself to think I could possibly have a boyfriend like some normal girl.

    Then there were Sab and Nene, both broken in their own way. Both of which I pretended were replacements for the friends I lost in my past life. The tears flowed more freely now.

    My phone buzzed again and I grabbed it, expecting another message from Nene. Instead, I see a name I wish would forget me. Kodhe.

    The phone buzzes again and some of my tears get dropped on the screen, I sniffled and out of curiosity clicked to view the messages.

    'Hey it's Kodhe (I figure you know this though...) I just wanted to say I had a great time on that date with you.' The first message made me smile somewhat, and then I scrolled down to see the new message. 'I just wanted to see how you are doing, and maybe where your head is at with the idea of... well, us.'

    I felt the butterflies in my stomach and couldn't help the small bubble of excitement. I should end this before it goes too far. Before he finds out how messed up I am. Before he gets hurt.

    My mind screamed at me to end it, yet my heart wanted something else. I felt disconnected as I sent a message to him, 'I also really enjoyed that date but to be honest I'm not doing so good.' I sent it without a second thought, and as it delivered I wanted to smack myself on the head for it.

    'Oh no, wanna talk about it?'

    'I don't really wanna get into the details...' I shooted back quickly. I didn't want to sound like a dramatic emotional pig.

    'Complicated?'

    'Very.'

    'Is there anything I could do?' I paused when he asked that, no one had asked me a question like this in a long time. It had always been 'Don't worry it will be fine' or the  'I hope you're doing okay.'

    It took me a bit before I replied, 'I want to forget.'

    'Lucky for you I am the master distraction. Okay, I have an idea, so when I was around seven we had a trampoline. I used to bounce on this thing every day and night, until one day a giant hole split into the meshing that prevented you from falling out. My mom was so worried I would hurt myself so she forbade me from playing on it until it got fixed. Well, me being the little rebel decided one night that I wanted to play in it, you see I had to impress someone. We had this cute neighbor girl that just moved in and I wanted to show her all my skills.' I read over the message and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at it.

    'What are you some trampoline extraordinary?'

    'What else would I be? Anyways I noticed that the girl was outside playing with a doll so I rushed out there when my mom wasn't looking and started showing off. A few flips, jumps, etc. I felt so cool, at least until I fell face first out of the hole and right into the metal pole.'

    'You fell into the metal pole?!'

    'Yep concussion, bloody nose, and everything. Wasn't my proudest moment.'

    I couldn't help the laughter that burst out of me, as I clutched my phone tightly. I could practically imagine a little Kodhe face planting into a metal bar.

    'You're an idiot.'

    'An adorable one though ;)'

I shook my head but a grin spread over my face as I reread the messages, 'Fine I'll admit it, you're a pretty cute idiot'

    'And would you give this very cute idiot another date?' I paused and glanced over his text, biting my lip slightly

    'I suppose I should drag myself out of my bed one day'

    'Pretty and smart'

    'Would you expect anything less?' I snorted at my text, but a smile peaked across my lips.

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Published: April 21, 2020, 3:16 PM

Words: 881