Sick and tired of laying around //Cameo(Gala)
Feb 2, 2014 16:28:09 GMT -5
Post by * on Feb 2, 2014 16:28:09 GMT -5
"One more day, Kyanite. Just one more day. Got it? It's not going to kill you." Jeran says from the doorway of my bedroom as I cuddle up to the many blankets that cover my body. Apparently, the other day when I walked the thirty minutes home and the time that I lingered out on the porch until my brother found me was enough to give me this nasty headcold. I hate being sick. I'm rarely ever sick and staying in bed sucks! I groan out to what he's claiming. "If you can last a little longer, I'll release you of being bedbound. You've not had a fever since last night. So, we'll see."
That's all I need. On top of breaking up with Matthew, being sick is just icing on the cake for me. At least I don't have to worry about seeing him out and about. Though, I do wonder how he is... without me. The thought of Matthew enjoying his new life without me is daunting. I don't want to think about it, so as I sneeze yet again, I lay my head down back on the pillow and fall into a nightmared sleep.
The last time that I remember that I was awake, was just around eight this morning. When I wake from this small nap, It reads just after noon. I sigh. I'm sore from laying in bed for so long, and I get up from the bed, pulling the many comforters off my body and touch my feet to the ground. What a wonderful way to spend a day off from school. STuck in bed.
"Damnit.." I groan out when I realize how weak this stupid headcold has made me from laying in bed for two days. I go straight to my closet and grab a change of clothes, not caring to shower and instead, braid my hair onto my side and let it drape over my shoulder. A minute later, I hear the knock on my door.
"Kyanite. Are you hungry?" His voice comes out gently and the moment I'm decent, he opens the door seeing me dressed and apparently getting ready to leave. He immediately gives me this harsh glare, folding up his arms in front of him, with his feet spead evenly apart. Right now, I would cower from this look if it was dad, but the last two days, he had became my caretaker. I give him the same exact stare back.
"I'm going out. I need to see my friend. I need to... talk to her." I lower my head and reach for my shoes and slip them on. My brother laughs yet again at me.
"Stubborn girl. You get out in this weather, your headcold will only get worse. You ain't walking anywhere." He demands and points to my bed again. I deny the offer and instead reach for my heavy coat out of my closet.
"Then drive me to Gala's house? I can't stand this. I need to talk to someone. She's the only one that will understand." I tell him and see the look of fake hurt on his face.
"You can't talk to me? I know when we were growing up, Dad made it apparent that what happens in our own lives is to be kept that way, but lately... you just seem to be different. I don't know what it is, but despite what dad says, you can talk to me if you really want to." I shake my head. He's the last person I want to talk about Matthew to. Gala is the only one that I want to tell. The only one that I want knowing what happened between us cause it effects her too.
"Sorry, Jeran." He nods and comes nearer to me for one second and slaps his arm around my shoulder. He doesn't seem to want to fight to get me back in bed. Instead, he begins pulling to the door frame of my room then stays beside me down the stairs.
"Get in the truck. I'll take you. Be right there." He says and I do what he says. For once, he is actualy acting like the brother I'd always wanted. Why though? He never seemed to care before? At least, not since mom died.
The drive over to Gala's place was short, yet quiet. The hole time, my eyes seems to grow heavy for the need to sleep more, but I keep moving to keep the blood flowing and to keep me awake. It's only until we reach the circus tents, does he speak up yet again.
"You call me when you want to come home. I don't want you walking. You hear?" I nod and open the door to the truck and hug the coat closer to my body. It's freezing outside as I make my way to the house and the moment I get to the door, I hesitate to knock. I"m not sure if she'll be home, but with the injuries she has, she might be. With all the hope in the world, I knock on the door several times with the hard part of my cast. Oh, please Gala... be home. Please be home. I need to talk to you! A shiver racks my body the moment another sneeze makes me flinch away from the door. A car horn honks behind me and I see my brother edging his way away from the house. I give him a subtle wave and knock on the door once more. Maybe she went to school after all?
I turn away from the door and start walking back to the truck.
That's all I need. On top of breaking up with Matthew, being sick is just icing on the cake for me. At least I don't have to worry about seeing him out and about. Though, I do wonder how he is... without me. The thought of Matthew enjoying his new life without me is daunting. I don't want to think about it, so as I sneeze yet again, I lay my head down back on the pillow and fall into a nightmared sleep.
The last time that I remember that I was awake, was just around eight this morning. When I wake from this small nap, It reads just after noon. I sigh. I'm sore from laying in bed for so long, and I get up from the bed, pulling the many comforters off my body and touch my feet to the ground. What a wonderful way to spend a day off from school. STuck in bed.
"Damnit.." I groan out when I realize how weak this stupid headcold has made me from laying in bed for two days. I go straight to my closet and grab a change of clothes, not caring to shower and instead, braid my hair onto my side and let it drape over my shoulder. A minute later, I hear the knock on my door.
"Kyanite. Are you hungry?" His voice comes out gently and the moment I'm decent, he opens the door seeing me dressed and apparently getting ready to leave. He immediately gives me this harsh glare, folding up his arms in front of him, with his feet spead evenly apart. Right now, I would cower from this look if it was dad, but the last two days, he had became my caretaker. I give him the same exact stare back.
"I'm going out. I need to see my friend. I need to... talk to her." I lower my head and reach for my shoes and slip them on. My brother laughs yet again at me.
"Stubborn girl. You get out in this weather, your headcold will only get worse. You ain't walking anywhere." He demands and points to my bed again. I deny the offer and instead reach for my heavy coat out of my closet.
"Then drive me to Gala's house? I can't stand this. I need to talk to someone. She's the only one that will understand." I tell him and see the look of fake hurt on his face.
"You can't talk to me? I know when we were growing up, Dad made it apparent that what happens in our own lives is to be kept that way, but lately... you just seem to be different. I don't know what it is, but despite what dad says, you can talk to me if you really want to." I shake my head. He's the last person I want to talk about Matthew to. Gala is the only one that I want to tell. The only one that I want knowing what happened between us cause it effects her too.
"Sorry, Jeran." He nods and comes nearer to me for one second and slaps his arm around my shoulder. He doesn't seem to want to fight to get me back in bed. Instead, he begins pulling to the door frame of my room then stays beside me down the stairs.
"Get in the truck. I'll take you. Be right there." He says and I do what he says. For once, he is actualy acting like the brother I'd always wanted. Why though? He never seemed to care before? At least, not since mom died.
The drive over to Gala's place was short, yet quiet. The hole time, my eyes seems to grow heavy for the need to sleep more, but I keep moving to keep the blood flowing and to keep me awake. It's only until we reach the circus tents, does he speak up yet again.
"You call me when you want to come home. I don't want you walking. You hear?" I nod and open the door to the truck and hug the coat closer to my body. It's freezing outside as I make my way to the house and the moment I get to the door, I hesitate to knock. I"m not sure if she'll be home, but with the injuries she has, she might be. With all the hope in the world, I knock on the door several times with the hard part of my cast. Oh, please Gala... be home. Please be home. I need to talk to you! A shiver racks my body the moment another sneeze makes me flinch away from the door. A car horn honks behind me and I see my brother edging his way away from the house. I give him a subtle wave and knock on the door once more. Maybe she went to school after all?
I turn away from the door and start walking back to the truck.
