His Sick Obsessions

Chapter Twenty One: Meme

After what had to be a little more than half an hour James tapped my shoulder. Water continued to drip from my cold, clothes.

He stood there smirking as I got up.
"Go get yourself cleaned up", he said handing me a towel.

I ran up to 'my' room and grabbed a pair of shorts and a hoodie, quickly changing into them. I needed a hair dryer so I went downstairs to find one.

***

I found one in the downstairs bathroom like I expected. After my hair dried I looked at my wrist and thighs and there many cuts then myself in the mirror, James was in the doorway biting his nails looking at me.

"You know, that's a really bad habit" I said turning around.
"And so is that" he said talking about the scars.
"Shut up" I said rolling my eyes.
"Why do you even do that" his voice agitated.
I didn't say anything.
"Why do you care?", I asked.
"I don't... everyone's got a story just wanted to know yours I guess" he said flatly.
"Well how about you, why would I open to you? Tell me something I don't know", I said stubbornly.

He thought for a moment, "I have a sibling and a half".
I raised my brow, "a half?".
"She died but whatever", he said his eyes anywhere but mine. Like embarrassment and disappointment.

"Oh sorry, how did she die? If you don't mind me asking", I asked.

He sighed.
"She killed herself awhile back, I came home and she was just hanging there with a little note on the table; but whatever her fault I guess", he shrugged.
"Her fault?", How the fuck can he say that about his sister if it was suicide?.

"She didn't talk to anyone about it even I begged for her to talk to me... enough about me it's your turn". he turned to me, waiting.
"Well I have a sister", that's it, that's all I said.

"What about the rest of your family?", he asked. My breathing hitched. A nerve officially struck, my numb spot.
"That is the rest of my family, about three or four years ago there was a car accident; it was my birthday they went to pick up the cake,", I paused "they were on there way back when a drunk driver swerved into there car killing them both", I said, the story didn't feel like mine. So many people had asked. So many questions.

"Damn", Is all he said studying my face but I always try my best to feel nothing.

"But it's fine I guess I mean I managed without them...", My voice trailed off.

~*~

He got up and motioned for me to follow.