Insane

8 - Unwell

Still Matt's POV

I sat down at the end of my bed, thinking of what I've done. I think I was a little too harsh on Natalia.

I've kind of been avoiding her for the past few hours.

Then suddenly, a knock on the door disrupted my train of thoughts.

"It's open!" I shouted.

Then the door opened a crack and Natalia poked her head in. "May I come in?"

I nodded.

"I'm sorry I told Gabriella about last-"

"No, I'm sorry I was a bit too harsh on you. I didn't mean a thing."

She sat down beside me. "Can you tell me about it?"

"About what?" I asked, quite nervous about where this was leading.

"About why you don't want me to tell Gabriella that you helped me last night."

"Well," I started off. "Let's just say... you and I aren't that different from each other."

"I doubt that," she mumbled almost inaudibly.

"What was that?"

"Nothing..."

We just sat there in silence for some while, until Natalia's eyes drifted to my guitar at the corner of my room.

"You can play the guitar?" she asked.

"Just a bit," I said walking over to it.

I grabbed it, and sat back down on the edge of my bed.

"Play something," she said.

"But-"

"Please?"

"Fine," I grumbled.

My fingers drifted over the strings, thinking of something to play.

Then I thought of something. A song that fits both of our situations.

I began to play the chords.

"All day staring at the ceiling, making friends with the shadows on my wall. All night hearing voices telling me that I should get some sleep. Because tomorrow might be good for something," I sang.

I saw Natalia smiling at me at the corner of my eye.

"Hold on, feeling like I'm heading for a breakdown, and I don't know why."

Then Natalia began to sing as well.

"But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell. I know, right now you can't tell. But stay a while and maybe then you'll see a different side of me. I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired. I know, right now you don't care. But soon enough you're gonna think of me. And how I used to be..."

I stopped playing and Natalia just stared into my eyes.

"That was beautiful," she said.

"Thanks."

"You have no idea how much that describes my life."

"Oh, I think I do," I whispered so softly that only I can hear it.

(A/N): Wooooow!!! I'm so sorry! This took, like, forever!!! pink4miles, hi!!!!!!!!!!! I'll update more frequently now, I promise.