Having to hold Laura up for the duration of the walk was more exhausting than I thought it would be. I mean I'm not complaining about having a beautiful girl lean on you, but having to drag her up the stairs is tiring.
Dammit Laura, use your legs
Once I drag her to our room, I struggle to hold her up and fish for the room key in my pocket. Once I find it I quickly turn the knob, open the door and drag Laura in. She nearly falls onto the floor the moment I let go of her to close the door. I can't help but laugh as she fumbles to find her bed. The moment she finds it, she jumps on my bed, causing me to laugh harder as I sit on my bed next to her.
"How are you feeling cupcake?" I ask, still laughing.
"Like I'm going to regret this in the morning" She groans out.
"You drank more than I thought you could at your size" I say with another laugh.
"I'll probably think the same thing tomorrow morning" She says as she shoves her face into a pillow.
Of all the pillows on the bed to use, she had to use THAT one?
She suddenly jumps up from the pillow and asks me "Why do you have my pillow?" I feel my face heat up as I debating telling her the truth or lying to her like everyone else.
Dammit Carmilla, why didn't you return the pillow like last time?
"That's question number one" I say as normally as I can, which still sounds incredibly awkward.
She's going to think I'm a freak.
"You can be honest with me; I'm not going to judge." She says, giving me a smile that seemingly lights up my darkest corners.
I did say she can ask five questions, and I would answer them honestly…
I mean maybe she won't remember this tomorrow
Oh what the hell
I inhale deeply before I answer. "I had a bad dream and grabbed your pillow; I must have forgotten to give it back" I say without taking a breath.
I can't believe I just told her that
"Why didn't you wake me up?" She asks, concerned. This causes my heart to skip a beat, and I have to catch my breath before responding.
"I've had bad dreams before, I know how to handle them" I say, holding up two fingers.
"What are they about?" She asks without hesitation. I look at her, trying to figure out if she will or will not remember this conversation tomorrow.
"A car accident I was in when I was younger" I say softly, raising another finger up.
The sound of metal colliding, glass breaking, and bodies flying
"How old were you?" She asks.
"Fifteen" I say, putting another finger up.
One more question… I can handle this
"Tell me about it" She says sternly. My heart drops as I remember the day as if It happened yesterday.
"My Dad and I were driving home from school after I got in a fight" I say with a smirk. It still amazes me how mad I got at the girl who I fought.
"You got in a fight?" She asks, pulling me away from the thought of the fight.
"You're out of questions creampuff" I say, giving her a soft laugh. "Anyway, my dad was pretty mad at me about the ordeal, so he wasn't focusing on the road. I mean who would be able to focus on the road when their fifteen year old child broke another kid's nose" I say with a half-smile.
"If you don't want to talk about it we really don't have to" She says, shifting positions.
"Its fine, I don't mind" I say giving her a smile.
I don't know if I mind actually
"In Washington it rains a lot and just like most days it rained, but this time it was more of a frozen rain." I laugh softly to myself after that.
It was cold enough; I should have known the roads would be slippery.
"He was yelling at me about it, not focusing on the road, and before we knew it, we lost traction and swerved into the other lane" I tense as the memories flood in.
"You really don't have to continue Carmilla" She says, moving closer and wrapping her arms around me. I tense at first, mainly due to the fact that I'm not use to people trying to comfort me.
"I'm already this far into it, can't stop now" I say as I let myself relax into her embrace.
"We hit another car and neither of us was wearing out seatbelts, which was normal. I went flying through the windshield, but I only landed on the hood of the car, a shard of glass pierced my side."
I can still feel the pain in my side
It's like I'm on fire, but my side is the only thing burning.
"The piece of glass stopped me from being launched more." I say as I move my pants down to show the scar. The mark itself is deep, like a long indent on my skin, and the fact that it's a dark color makes it very noticeable against my pale skin.
I hate the scar
"I survived with a fractured skull, a few broken ribs, multiple cuts and this scar." I take a deep breath before continuing. "My dad on the other hand wasn't as lucky. He went through the windshield and landed straight into the other car. They said he died on impact, but sometimes I feel like they told me to help me feel better" I shrug at the last part.
"Carmilla…" She says, mouth open wide, searching for words to say.
Just say what everyone else says
"I am so sorry" She says as she tightens her embrace around me.
There it is.
I'm sorry
"It was years ago. It doesn't bother me until my mother brings it up" I shrug again.
"Does your mother blame you?" She blurts out.
"You're out of questions remember?" I say with a smirk, which quickly disappears. "But yes, she does"
"I'm sorry" She says, moving her hand to stroke my hair. It's more comfort than I have received in years. She shifts on the bed, causing both of us to be laying down.
"You must be tired" I say as I move more into the bed, feeling her arms around me tighten. She gives me a nod as she's yawning.
She's actually adorable
I watch her eyes flutter shut as I lean in and kiss her forehead.
"Goodnight Laura" I whisper as her breathing slows.
I've never wanted to open up to anyone before
Until Laura came into my life
I feel my eyes become heavy, and soon I drift of the sleep with the thought of Laura on my mind.