Chapter 4: Didn't Want To Tell You
Silence followed the confessional. Kendall had gotten up and begun pacing around the room. Kyla had sat, staring down at her hands. James, still, sat on the floor, only he was staring off into space, almost as if trying to comprehend everything.
"How long...have you not done it?" James finally asked, looking up to the figure on the bed. Her green eyes looked to the source of the voice, locked on for a few minutes, then went back down.
She finally cleared her throat. "About six months," the words came out quickly and quietly.
More silence. Finally, Kyla let go. Let go of the memories, of the pain, of everything that she held bottled up. She let out a low, barely audible sob. Slowly but surely, the sobs grew louder and stole the peacefulness of her small body. She shook and covered her face in her hands. Kendall bit his fingers, trying to think of something to say. He stopped pacing and threw his hands up in frustration, covering his own face. James looked down at his hands and blinked. Six months without touching a razor until she saw him. Six months! Six months and he ruined that! All of it! The girl's sobs never ceased, only got more powerful. She'd slow her crying, move her hands, catch sight of both boys then resume sobbing wildly.
Finally, the sobbing slowed. She moved her small hands from her face and wiped away whatever tears would fall and began sniffling. She took a deep breath and her body regained it's peace. She coughed and hugged her body tight, looking up and over at Kendall.
"I...I...I just want to sleep..." Kyla choked, pulling the covers up onto herself. Kendall sat down on one side of her. James got off the floor and walked to the bed, sitting next to her as well. Kyla laid back, curling up into a ball.
"Just one more thing," Kendall muttered.
"Yeah...?"
"Why would you think you couldn't tell us?"
Kyla yawned. "I didn't want to tell you. I didn't want to bother you with my problems. You all had problems of your own." With that, she fell asleep.