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Chapter 13 – Curious Behaviors (Samson Conrad POV)Pt. 2
It was October tenth and for some reason, time had seemed to go much slower in my mind, although again I knew that the days were the same length, it was just my own perception that was warped. Nothing had changed, but everything was different for me.
"Samson we're thinking of going bowling tonight? You coming?" Devin – Taylor's sister asked me as I packed my bag for the first two of my morning classes, flinging it over my shoulder. Shaking my head, I didn't even have time to give Devin an excuse, or the truth really. "Ugh – I do not understand it... you basically have no life now that Faith is your partner for that physics class – you're always like... running off to study with her so you don't fall behind – I mean why can't she just change when she goes to sleep – or why can't-"
"I don't want to go, not because I have to run home," I roll my eyes, I wasn't running home, "but because Faith and I have a schedule set out and if anyone is being accommodating, it is her for me, not the other way around," I shut my locker, leaving Devin behind as I walked towards first period.
Run home, I scoff silently, I didn't run home to study with Fatima, but I did make sure that I caught her before she took her mid-afternoon dosage. She was such a small thing, on nearly the same dose as Talia to prevent infections and manage their pain. If the medication made Talia drowsy to the point of falling asleep sitting up, and she was healthier than Fatima... I was not surprised that nearly forty minutes after taking it that Fatima was useless to the world, though I had witnessed her trying to fight the effects – failing. Horribly. Cute though, as she became pouty.
As if there was not enough wrong with Fatima, then she got the flu. But as I walked away from Devin, I turned the recent events over in my head. It wasn't as though mom had changed completely, but I carried the groceries into the house and noted many items that we had one time or another begged our mom to purchase for us that she never did, that she now bought but for Fatima. Canned soups, frozen meals... all of which mom was prompt to warn that we should not rush or eat since they were mainly for Fatima.
The next strange item that went to Fatima's room was a miniature fridge, that dad instantly filled with healthy drinks, popsicles and water. Though mom strongly believed none of us needed one like Fatima had been given and had it been any other time, watching the smile break out on her face was enough to walk away silently. Of course... that meant that Fatima came down from her room less than before, but determined, I made frequent trips up to her floor, inviting and offering her what I could.
Thankfully, Fatima recovered from her flu and I don't know what it was but something changed, there was a shift where she was still the observer but I think she was interacting more –although you had to really seek her out and invite her to join in. Fatima would never ask or just include herself.
Once she got over her cold, we often ran into each other in the late night up to the early mornings. What I also noticed was that her eyes, they were always red, puffy and yet she never showed sign of the girl I met at night during the day, during breakfast. All indications of tears were gone after we bid one another goodnight and I saw her again three or four hours later.
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Werewolf"Her name isn't Sophie, I lied, her name is Fatima Safiya Ashlynn - I thought she would die where I left her."
