Anger threatened to surface, but I fought to keep it at bay."Nat, I told you I wanted to forget about that for today," I murmured.-Please tell me. She pouted childishly, and it didn't seem like she was asking to annoy me, but because she really wanted to know.Now I understood why my curiosity was sometimes irritating to people. Running into a person almost as curious as me was something gratifying... and unbearable at the same time. More for me, it cost me a world to share my feelings and secrets with others.I sighed, giving up."It bothers me that they kept it from me for so long," I replied with my eyes closed. I do not like lies.-I see. She reached over to the coffee table to take the cup of tea between her hands, before leaning back on the sofa and looking at me again. Doesn't it bother you that they did the dirty deed in your own bed?I clenched my teeth."Yeah, Nat, that bothers me, too," I muttered. I'm trying to forget it.-I do not understand. What the hell is wrong with
His answer made me look back at the cup in my hands. I caught the nervous smile on my face."And if I'm not worth it?" I mumbled, because suddenly a fear different from the one you have when faced with danger: the fear of failing someone."Prove me yes," he asked in a whisper.My chest had a strange reaction, it was flooded with a pleasant and alien warmth at the same time, the kind that feels like when you connect with a person that you still can't know much about, and that you may never fully know, but who, at end, it doesn't matter. Because you understand that the past and the way of living of that person do not matter, as long as they count on each other."Can I turn on the TV?" -I asked for. I really didn't want to see anything in particular, but the overwhelming feeling threatened to topple the shield I'd worked my whole life to build around myself.However, at that moment I knew that she had already achieved it.Nat set the guitar aside, got up to find the remote and hand it ov
I swallowed. I ran the back of my hand across my forehead to wipe away the sweat.“N-it was nothing."Uh-huh…" She took a sip and rested her head on one hand, her eyes narrowing."How long have you been there looking?""I wasn't looking at you." —She pointed her index finger at the television on. I recognized immediately that I was watching an episode of Doctor House .I muttered another apology and sat down. The vestiges of my nightmare had me groggy."Do you have nightmares very often?" She wanted to know, and I thought I detected a trace of concern in her voice.I rubbed my eyelids."Lately, yes," I muttered hopelessly. Almost every day."Geez, you should go see a psychiatrist," he said jokingly, and smiled. You want breakfast? I have coffee, for you to wake up. Ah, it's true, you don't like it. Well, I have, um …, coffee and…I laughed, shaking my head."Coffee will be fine."I turned my cell phone back on after we went out looking for a place to have lunch. The phone was immediat
"You could have told me any of those times…" I muttered angrily. Just like you could have done it anywhere but in my fucking bed.Her jaw clenched, as if she'd been hit hard in the stomach, and I turned away, not waiting for the bus.On the way home I tried to calm down before my parents, who had arrived in the morning, saw me devastated. I had a lot of bottled up feelings and therefore wanted to cry out of sheer helplessness, but not in front of them.The next few days felt like psychological torture.Time seemed eternal at work. Jade, who realized that Diana was no longer speaking to me, would come up to me whenever she saw me alone. However, as much as I tried with her, I couldn't get totally comfortable with her, and faking sympathy all the time was more exhausting than I could imagine. After the discussion on Monday, neither Diana nor I wanted to make an effort to start a conversation or to try to fix the situation.And so, even though it hurt, I decided that maybe it was best to
A shudder of sheer terror washed over me at the thought.-You see? said Nat beside me, in amazement. I'm not the only one who thinks so!But I continued to stare at the brown-eyed young man.-What do you know? I countered, and was aware that my tone was unfriendly."I study psychology, I'm good at analyzing people," he said matter-of-factly, and shrugged."I don't think you look good as a psychologist," Nat said.—With a shirt, anyone can hide tattoos, little one. He smiled at himself, reaching an arm out for her. Tyler Bartley.—Nat. —A wide smile took over my friend's face as they shook hands with her.When he did the same towards me, I could see the word "Hope" written letter by letter on his fingers."Amy," I murmured back."So what is it, Amy?" Are you a member of some terrorist group or something?He and Nat laughed, but then the boy served other people who arrived. I noticed that he treated the rest of the customers in the same pleasant and friendly way, and I soon understood t
"It's a mental thing," my mother said, without taking her eyes off the road. I can never pronounce the name right. She starts with Esq-q … And I lose it. Ski…I opened my eyes to the extent.-Schizophrenia?-That! As if she had just realized that it was something serious, her expression turned uneasy."But, Mom! The girl doesn't need a friend." She needs a psychiatrist! I exclaimed. What the hell could I help you with?"Your tone…" she warned me and I sighed, running my hands over my face, shaken. She is undergoing treatment. Joane is looking at the possibility of having her admitted to a mental institution, but I want to see if this helps her. Don't be like that, Amy. —Her severe voice of hers let me know that she had not liked my attitude, and she understood it, but how was my visit going to help her?What Claire needed was a doctor, a specialist. She was not a girl she barely had any memories of, and that she possibly didn't even like.My mother parked across the street from Joane
"I-I'm Amy," I mumbled."Amy?" She—she frowned more. Which Amy?So then I fallen in reason. That's why her face wasn't entirely familiar to me yet. The Claire of my memories wore glasses, just like the ones she had on the nightstand next to her bed.I approached the furniture, taking the glasses and depositing the bag that I had on top, to be more comfortable."Don't come near me!" she exclaimed desperately. Do not touch me!“I'll just put the glasses on so you can see me, Claire.She seemed to relax. It was evident that the girl was very serious. A pang of pity went through me.I slid the glasses down her face carefully, and her brown eyes widened beneath the square lenses.He frowned. Acknowledgment quickly streaked his bruised features."A-Amy Masters?" Her,” she inquired, and I nodded with a half smile. Wow...you haven't changed a bit.I cleared my throat, like I had a lump in it."Do I still look like a six?"A hint of laughter escaped her lips, but she coughed and couldn't go on
-Who are you? she inquired.His head was still languid, but now he was staring at me.I took a breath, more relaxed knowing that he was fine. Schizophrenic, but alive, at least.She had no idea how often this happened to her, or how to react. But still, I tried my best to do my best and answer him patiently.“I-I'm Amy Masters,” I murmured. You know me, Claire, we used to play together when we were kids.She looked at me from head to toe, slowly walking the length of my body. The extensive scrutiny of her made me feel uncomfortable, and I hugged myself.“Go away,” he spat, and I frowned.Apparently, he had adopted a hostile attitude now. What was this? Multiple personalities?“I want to help you, Claire. I reminded myself to be tactful. I am your friend.-You are? He cocked his head.-Of course.I smiled at her and she returned the gesture."Then could you untie me?""Oh, sorry…" I made a face. Can't."Just for a while," she begged, making an exaggerated pout. Look how these people ha