okay, so this chapter is really short. erm...yeh. :)
I leave the room silently and go outside. There is a soft breeze floating around in the air. I take a deep breath of fresh air and exhale into the wind. I walk further down the beach to where the water licks at the beach. I sit down close my eyes as the breeze pushes my hair back and I can feel the bad memories fly from my mind as peace takes over my body. I don't know how long I sat there, it was only when the water washed over my toes that I realised that the sky had been getting dark, the water had turned a lovely purple colour from reflecting the sky. I stood up and stretched my back. The sand felt cold on my feet and the wind had settled down, I walked to the door and went inside, calmly. I felt drowsy, like lying down on a soft bed would feel amazing. I was debating whether I should go upstairs to the soft bed awaiting me or go down to the kitchen to see if Hale was still there. I decided to go down the corridor, I floated down there like a ghost and only felt like my existence was real when I opened the door to Hale sat infront of the fire, which was burning away. He sat on the carpet with his legs crossed like a child and I felt like joining him, he looked so warm and friendly. I slowly drifted over and quietly sat down beside Hale. He didn't look at me and just kept watching the fire. He shakily moved his hand and placed it on top of mine. If it was a few hours before, then I would have jerked my hand away from his own, but the warmth enveloped me like a hug and I let it. My hand relaxed and he whispered "your cold." He still doesn't look at me and just keeps staring at the flames like he was entranced. I stay quiet not wanting to disturb him. "You and Ed are the only ones who have ever been in my room." I don't reply but move my hand round so it's holding onto Hale's. he flinches and I try to turn it back round but he grabs my hand to keep it still. "Please talk. It's like you're not there, just a cold ghost." "Hale, are you okay?" I ask gently in case if I spoke to loudly or directly he would explode. He turns to face me and says "no, I have to many bad memories, Kat." He turns away and I reply "I know, but thinking about them will only cause you pain, Hale." He looked upset and move my hand away from his to pat him on the back. "come on, we should make something to eat." He moves my hand away from his back and disregards what I just said and says "you know, when you were upset yesterday, you, didn't really hurt your arm, did you?" I hesitate before answering "no."