Chapter 9
934 Words
I had to ask the clerk where the Medical supplies were in the store, he pointed me in the right direction and left me alone. I grabbed gaze’s, ace wrap, triple antibiotic ointment, and rubbing alcohol. I went up to the counter and paid with the cash I got paid. Walking out of the store slowly so my eyes could adjust and to my car, I got back to the house with no problem in traffic. Went up to my room and changed into loose clothes, Sam came to my door.
“Hey, I heard what had happened, are you ok?”
“Yea I’m good”
He nodded and walked off to his room, sitting in my room at my desk with the bag sitting on my bed. I didn’t want to look at the patch to see if the blood was seeping through yet. I knew I would need to at one point to change it, a couple of hours went by and I finally got myself to look. I pulled up my shirt and tucked in under my bra so it wouldn’t drop while I changed the gaze. Mark walked by and stopped when I pulled the gaze off, he walked in and held out his hand. I just looked at him confused.
“Let me help, please”
I nodded knowing I couldn't do it myself, I handed him everything as he softly cleaned and patched me up.
“It looks bad, does it hurt?”
“A little”
“Why did you argue with me to get looked at?”
“To be honest, you can be an ass sometimes, not to mention I don’t really like help.”
“Well sometimes you need it even tho you dont want it”
“I know, I guess I’m just stubborn”
He smiled and stood up.
“Well, you're all patched up.”
He looked at the desk with my sketchbook sitting there closed. He went over and picked it up bringing it over to sit next to me.
“Do you mind if I look?”
“No”
He opened it to the demon teacher, giggled and went over to the next page with the orphanage, he looked harder and what he said next shocked me. He had a tendency of doing that.
“I went here as a kid for awhile.”
“Really, so did I, till I was 16.”
“How old are you?”
“Well I’m 18”
“I’m 25 years old”
That was seven years difference between us, that wasn’t too bad, I noticed I was leaning in closer to him and he wasn’t pulling away. I did, and stood up faster than I should have because I could feel the stitches pull, he didn’t seem to be bothered at all. Like he was seeing what I would do next, I just stood there looking at him not sure what to say. He stood up and walked up to me, standing so close he leaned in and put the book down on the desk behind me, then just walked away. I was breathless thinking he might have kissed me then but then was let down, I didn’t know to feel about him. My body wanted him but my mind didn’t know what it wanted.
I plopped down in the chair and put my head in my hands, I needed to lay down and get some rest. So I did, and what I dreamed about was him, Mark, all over me. His hands sliding down my sides and to my hips, I was up against a wall and he was so close. He picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist, holding on just enough to not fall but not enough to hurt him. Just then our lips met, his hands sliding up my shirt and to my breast. The dream was short lived as it changed and got dark around us. We were ripped apart by others with ski masks, and beaten to a pulp, They made me watch as they stabbed him, I could see the life drain from his eyes. I screamed and woke up screaming, sweat dripping down my back as I sat up. I walked down to the kitchen glad I didn’t wake up anyone, but when I turned the corner I saw him.
Mark sitting at the table eating a sandwich, I didn’t look at him and wouldn’t talk, I couldn’t. I grabbed water out of the fridge and walked back up to my room, he didn’t try to say anything to me and I was glad. I sat down at my desk and started to draw parts of my dream, when we kissed, my legs around his waist as he held me there, and a picture of the horror of him being stabbed leaving the eyes completely whight. Once I was done with the three drawings I decided it was time for me to try to sleep again so I layed down and hoped I wouldn’t have another dream like that again. I was woken up by a loud bang from down the hall, so I got up to check it out. Clark was standing out in the hall with what looked like a book at his feet.
“Sorry I was trying to take this back to the library before I start my shift tonight.”
“Tonight?”
“Yea we are working night and day right after eachother, so he had last night and has today till 9, then I start.”
“Huh, ok”
“Hey are you feeling any better today? You look like shit.”
“Geez, thanks. Yea I’m good.”
“Are you ever actually going to tell me if you are doing good or not?”
“I will, eventually.”
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