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Hi, says the girl with the right eyes that pairs pretty well when she hits you with the soft smile, you can kinda tell that something's going on but she's like a Skrillex song that never drops, she'll never talk, she'll never talk about the feelings she is felt today, that I kept inside of a fence, inside of a cage, inside of a safe, that's safe for her, cause they-they just hurt! And she don't know why that God's on dirt
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We settled everything down and such, and I decided to take a shower.

"You don't need me to babysit you, right?" I said sarcastically as I was picking out clothes. He shook his head as he looked back at the spiral notebook that he took from my bookbag, that I never use.

I, then, walk towards the bathroom to jump into the white plastic tub and wash off the day and smell like freshly cleaned clothes, replenished.

I closed and locked the door as the light was already on. Out of bad habit, I move the shower curtain to make sure nothing was in it or just a hunch or feeling of something scary in my hindsight I created in my mind. Of course, nothing was there, but it is just a good checking thing to do. I begin to take off small things, such as earrings and shoes. Then peeled off my clothing all together in a orderly style and made sure that it went into the laundry basket; which I do the laundry and clean anyways, so I won't get asked why the fuck there is a dress in the basket. I stepped into the dry bathtub before turning the glass handle, making water slosh at my feet, before pulling the metal peice to make the shower come on. The feeling of having heat and comfort imediately hit my back.

The shower helped the aching and my thoughts to clear up. The racing thoughts in my mind that I can't seem to straighten out.

I kept my breath inside me for a second, as if a take back, before letting it go and getting dressed.

I made sure everything was put back where it was found, and went down the hallway I came from.

I felt comfortable in my over large shirt and pajama shorts, I knew in my own state, I was exhausted. I wanted to just shut my eyes for a few seconds, or just have someone to hold me for comfort. Of course, that's not happening and we have shit to do.

Henry was still leaning over the notebook, focused as his glazed eyes played with emotions.

I quickly and quitely walk towards him.

"Henry, I'm back and glad you didn't burn down the house yet...whatcha working on?" I said, annoyingly, and sat next to him.

He smiled his flashy smile and stated, "nothing much belleze, nothing much."

I nodded and didn't force him to show me. We're both tired, for a fact.

I closed my eyes.

"You know, the bear I was holding, it wasn't were I was in the beginning of the party. I tripped on it. A-" I looked over at Henry, who began to touch my hair, in a fidgeting way, with one finger. He gives me look of 'don't fucking judge me' then says, "no, go on, I'm just- go on."

I smiled and laughed before looking ahead again and closing my eyes.

"Anyways, before I was distracted, I had tripped on it. Like legit, I went to Jessica's room, and it wasn't there intil I tried to leave. And I have been her best friend in the pass, she never, ever had that teddy bear. I do recognize it though. I only have a fade memory. I only can think back to where I was in the attic, where I saw the teddy bear. I left it, knowing I will get in trouble if I brought it down." I felt guilty for not telling him fully why I was in Jessica's room, like a huge lie in front of his eyes and he just doesn't know. He has so much trust in me that he believes every word I speak like it's holy. I sighed at myself and tried to think of something else instead of this guilt trip I am putting on myself.

Why is this a sudden clue? Oh God, call me motherfucking Nancy Drew, but it is one. It could help me. I mean, no creep is going to go in my fucking attic for an old teddy bear just to trip me as I fucking made out with my old best friend.

"You know, from my experience in horror movies, people do stupid shit. Like stay in the house when they should just move or get an exorsism on the house, such things, then just figuring it on their own, dieing." Henry says, in a somewhat response.

I open my eyes and rolled them.

"Oh yes, Henry I have an easily investment on this pretty house on a hill with the sunshining and have the Ghost busters as best pals." I said sarcastically.

Me and him laughed before beginning to babble about stupid, meaningless things as times passes. Who needs beers to act stupid when you have sleep deprivation?

At one point, Henry does let me see what he was working on, making himself sit up from laying next to me, in a somewhat far away distance I wanted to eliminate, and grabbing the notebook.

He laid back down on his back, reading what he wrote down. I watched the words fall out of his mouth as it fell onto my heart. The light from my lamp highlighted his face, making his face even more beautiful and his lips kissable then ever.

"The girl you love, the girl you care for, always up in the clouds, and makes it rains when she pouts, the knowledge of her having to hear shouts. My arms, I want to wrap around her, sheltering her from the bitter world and home. Only if I knew what's going on in her beauti-fucking-ful mind and roam. The space that chokes me, knowing she won't come closer and touch my lips with her own, she has many other people who could do better and have shown. But I still hang on, never letting go, no matter the pain, her face and spirit will never leave my sight, even if it all turns into night. " He spoke before looking back at me, with different emotions.
I had tears growing in my eyes as I wrap my arms around him and closed the space once and for all. I cuddled him, having my face in the crane of his neck.

"Is that me?" I mumbled.

Only the nodding off approval told it all and my heart melted and my stomach dropped in more guilt of lieing.

"If you are dieing, either way of it being smart or not, I want to be there too. I won't let you die on your own, Scarlet." Henry said before playing with my damp hair again.

I just stayed silent and let him comfort me.

The silence said enough, everything.