"You'r a fucking asshole, ya know that?" Matt said as his sister walked away. It was directed at me, and although I wouldn't admit it, I kinda felt like an asshole after what I said. I assumed she was used to being ordered around, I also wanted to see her magic. "She can and will try to kill you. And she doesn't mean to be rude, it's just her." Matt sighed and motioned for me to follow him. "She has actually been acting more like herself these past few days." Matt led me out of the kitchen to a room adjacent to the living room. He opened the door and walked inside.
"That's a good thing? Colette acting like herself." I put my bag down on the couch. The room was full of old stuff. Hockey gear, and a few boxes labeled, Colette's, Ne pas toucher.
"At first it was, then I remembered how annoying she is." Matt shrugged and moved some boxes from in front of the couch. "Most of this stuff is Collette's, If you break anything you'll have to deal with her. Oh, and the couch folds out to a bed." Matt said as he left me alone in the room.
I looked around for a light until I finally found a lamp. Problem was, it wasn't plugged into an outlet. I rolled my eyes and tried to look for an outlet, but there was so much stuff everywhere it was almost impossible to turn around without tripping over a box. Eventually I gave up, and decided to move some more boxes. Not caring too much, I picked up a few boxes and stacked them in a corner. I went to grab a fifth box, but tripped over something that must have fallen out of a different box. I caught myself before I could fall, but in the process dropped the box I was contents of the box fell onto the floor, and to my relief it was just books. I waited a few seconds to see if someone was going to say anything, but no one said a word. After breathing out a sigh of relief I grabbed the books and shoved them back into the box. I looked behind me to find that I had tripped over a ragdoll. It was made of white material and had yellow yarn for hair. I placed the box down and picked the doll up. The doll had two blue buttons for eyes, one slightly hanging off the doll. It was wearing a pink dress with blue embroidery and on the shoe red yarn was sewn into the doll to spell out the words, to: Collette. Oliver made this, I thought. It had to be Oliver, no one else would have given, let alone made, a doll like this for Collette. I placed the doll on top of the box and put the box in the corner. Now I had a path to the door that I could clearly see, and space to fold out the couch.
I sat on the couch and sighed, not really tired, but more or less relieved that I had no work to do and I could be alone with my thoughts. I glanced over at the box that was filled with books. I had nothing but time, so I decided to grab one to read. I took the first book next to the rag doll and sat back down. I wasn't sure what I expected, maybe some old story about children running. But instead the first page read, die today, live tomorrow, repeat. I was almost interested, although it felt wrong to look through the book, I never really cared about personal boundaries before.