Broken

SIX

Adam's POV

I looked at the ceiling while I slept on the bed, listening to the clock tick as time went by. A very dim light was being broadcasted by the sun through the covered windows. I hadn't bothered to open the curtains today, wanting the room to be as dark and empty as my soul.

I turned and looked to my left, where there was an empty space. I touched it, hoping that it would be warm. I knew that it would be cold, but I couldn't help but hope. Sighing again, I looked at the ceiling.

Emilia and I had moved out of the house that we'd been in before Kathy died as a way to forget, but it seemed like she still followed me here. I wanted her off my mind, but the mere thought of letting her go broke me, and made me feel guilty for even thinking about it. I loved her, i always will.

I took my phone and looked at the time.

10:53am

Putting my phone on my left side, I thought of what happened last night, thought of what Ms Rollins was asking.

'Why do you not eat?'

I scoffed out loud, being the only sound that had been made that morning besides the ticking clock. What right did she have to ask me that?

She could actually be concerned about you.

To this, I rolled my eyes. Sighing again, I thought to myself, and how rudely I'd answered her at that time. It had been a long day, and I didn't expect to get home and be interrogated about my life, especially by a woman who didn't know me at all.

My stomach grumbled, signalling that I had no food in it. Getting up, I stretched my body and slowly walked to the door. Just as I opened the door, I squinted my eyes, making sure that they slowly adjusted to the brightness that was in the hallway.

When they were used to the light, I walked downstairs and got into the kitchen.

Mmmm.........what to cook........eggs and toast? Pasta? Something simple.

Me being my lazy self, I opted for orange juice again and an apple instead. I opened the fridge to get the juice, when I saw the plate of food that was there. Ignoring it entirely, I took the juice and just when I was about to close the door, something caught my eye.

Was that............a star shaped carrot?

Abandoning the juice, I took the plate out. Perfectly made pasta, sauce, green veggies and star-shaped carrots decorated the plate. Looking at the plate brought back memories, memories that made me happy and sad at the same time.

They reminded me of Kathy. That was how she made pasta for Emilia. I guessed that she had told her how she wanted it to be prepared, since Linda made it like this sometimes. She said that she wanted the child to know how her mother was creative, even on a plate.

My stomach grumbled again, and looking at the plate made the juice and apple option seem stupid and unreasonable.

After all, it didn't matter if I ate the food. Ms Rollins wanted me to eat it. If she didn't, she wouldn't have made it for me.

Putting it in the microwave to heat up, I made my coffee.

The house had a ghostly silence, a silence that oddly made me feel the need to talk to people. I had been an antisocial for five years now, and I guess the mind had had enough, and wanted other people to talk to other than James.

You could talk to Ms Rollins.

Ha! My mind was on a role this morning, thinking about crazy stuff!