Love/Hate

Everything.

Sounds.

Mutterings.

My brain process them.

But I can't understand.

The door hasn't opened for a while.

But I know he will comeback.

He must.

This time I won't talk.

I'll play with him.

Should I?

It seems like a plan.

If he comes back.

But he has to, right?

That's his job.

A obligation he has to fulfill.

The blanket is still wrapped around me.

It's warmth comforting my body.

I usually just sit.

But sometimes I limbs are so sore that I get up and walk around a bit.

The storage room isn't big.

But it provides a few meters walking distance.

Today is one of those days.

I slowly stand up and stretch my sore limbs and arms.

Sitting in the same position the hole day isn't really healthy.

I pray that the door doesn't open now.

We only face each other while I'm sitting.

I slowly make my way to the door that causes my pain.

I put my ear on it.

Not one sound.

Utter silence.

Is it because the door is made of a thick material and no sounds pass through?

But couldn't one feel still the vibrations?

Or short whispers.

That are just audible.

But not understandable.

Or because there is nobody there?

I always imagined that behind this door was the cause for my misgivings.

Some person that I could blame apart from Kieran.

But know I realize that beyond there is nothing.

And everything.

Danger.

Adventure.

Fear.

A new start.