A/n I need to say THANK you all for all my positive reviews, it means a lot to me that people are actually reading my thoughts. So thank you, I will try to make this chapter longer for you all.
I see him tremble, with the plate in his hand.
"I brought you some...pasta" he chokes out; I barely resist screaming at him. His scared of me, well of corse his scared of you, you only tried to kill him, I mock myself.
He places the food on his table and slowly walks away from it.
"Please...please don't walk away from me," I plead with him I know it sounded desperate but I don't want him to leave me alone. Liz get a grip! You're going to leave everybody behind anyway, I remind my self.
I see him turning around to look at me and when I didn't say anything he spoke.
"So what are you?" he demanded almost louder then a whisper
"What do you mean what am I? Im not an alien if that's what your asking" I say bitterly.
"Then what are.. who are you?" he demands
I sigh, "I don't know" I say through clenchteeth, he stares right through me again like im nothing. He reminds me so much like that man, Liz don't think of him, I demandfrom myself.
"What do you mean you don't know?" he scream
I look at him, his all the way over the other side of the room, his afraid I will hurt him again. His afraid if I try again he wont be able to stop me, merely because he doesn't want to hurt me.
"WHAT do you mean, you don't know?" he repeats again slowly, trying to stay calm.
"What do you want me to say? Because in the end all you want to hear are lies!" I scream in a whisper
He looks at me, I feel pathetic that it would be so much easier just to shrivel up and die. I don't have to tell myself that im already dead because I already know that fact, I could lie and say im still alive but the truth still lies there.
"I saw you, you were in the coffin, you weren't breathing, you where dead when you were dead at least you where easier to talk too!" he says coldly
That hurt I have to admit, he can hurt me in ways that no one ever could. Im standing there refusing to look him in the eyes, I walk over to where my food still lays on the table. I see Max taking several steps back, trying to avoid my presence, I pick my plate up and sit on his bed.
I look at the hot pasta, which are on my cold hands, it feels so warm. I slowly pick up the fork that was on the plate and I eat the pasta that Max has given me. I am completely ignoring Max expression, which is written on his face. I slowly eat the food, it doesn't taste the way it should, this is not the way I remembered eating food. It taste so plain and dull.
I decide it has to do, as I hear Max trying to say something I cant work out what his trying to say its all jumbled up. I shake my head, which must have been the thousand times by now.
"So why are you here, I... I don't understand, your...I cant read you anymore." He admits sadly.
"How...how did you...how did you die?" he asks, while trying to make eye contact with me. Yet I refuse to meet his eyes, I finally look up at him, only to see him fidget with his watch.
"I...I don't want to talk about it" I say simply.
"Why? Are you afraid you might see the truth!" he demands
I shake my head. "No im afraid I might see a lie, I'm afraid to relive it while im awake, I already live it in my dreams I don't need to while im awake!" I say bitterly
"I also don't want to give you the satisfactory knowing, I died a painful death," I say coldly, surprised how cold I can actually be.
I push my plate to the side and try to ignore the thoughts which linger in my mind.
"How does it give me the satisfactory of knowing you died a painful death? When I cant live without you!" he whispers.
"That's not what you felt when you slept with Tess!" I remind him coldly
"You slept with Kyle!" he hisses at me.
I promised myself I would bury that secret with me until the day I died, well here it is I'm good as dead. But instead I just stood there looking at Max with a flash of despair in my eyes. I don't know why I feel regret when I didn't even do anything. Maybe its because I know the feeling.
That I know how much it hurts to think that the only person you have ever loved has betrayed you by every way that counts.
"I can't handle this right now" I whisper
"Your going to run away again, aren't you?" he ask demandingly
I look at him, "So you got the letter?" I ask sadly
He pulls the letter out from his back pocket, which is now all tared and tattered.
"I...I didn't want to... to forget you, I didn't want to forget the little things either" he admits.
I look at him and I take a few steps towards the window. I soon see that the sun has gone down and the darkness has arrived.
"I have to go, I cant be around you right now...I just...cant" my voice is shaky I know it is, but it doesn't seem like I can control it.
I open his window and jump, I jump and my feet land securely on the ground, at least that's an up side of being dead, I whisper to myself. I start running once again, trying to find warmness in this cold world.
I feel a slight pain in my stomach but I just ate, I think to myself. I touch my stomach and realisation hits me.
Memories
"Please, don't touch me!" I scream, shivering from his touch, "No! please don't!"
(End of memory)
I hold my stomach in awareness and I cant believe I can be so blind, I relies I have to eat real food...real food to me.