Tell Me the Truth

chapter 7

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Chapter 7

Cathy

10:25 am

I wake up to the heat of the sun on my back warming me up. I got up slowly feeling the entire burst of pain in my arms, rids, and most of all my head.

I sat there on my bed for a while trying to think about what happened last night.

First, I found out my mom is died. Next, a stranger comes to my door and asks my to invite him in. Third, he bandages me up. Then, I start yelling at him at 6 o'clock in the morning. Fifth, I end up in the black room. Finally, when I got out of the black room Matt nursed me again.

So that was my night. Goodness I need to get a life. How did I end up at the black room any way? However it happened I can't tell any one. They would think that I'm nuts or I can't handle my mother's death.

Whatever happened last night maybe Matt has an answer. Matt. Where was he? Didn't he ask he was going to stay for the night?

I got up quick then I expected and fell over the blankets that are tangled at my feet. While I was detangling my legs Matt must have heard me fall cause he was standing in the door laughing at me.

Still on the floor I ask, " What are you looking and laughing at?"

"You." Was all he said.

"Why am I so laughable?" I ask turning my head to the side teasing him.

Matt crouched down on his knees so he could be on the same level as me and said, "Well you are klutzy. But you are very pretty when you fall."

"Thanks," I said with a really big smile. Then I thought about it and said "Wait... what." My smile was gone.

Matt got up off his knees so I started to get up still confused. "So why were you in such a rush?" Matt asked with I teasing smile that I had on.

"...Um...uh..." My mind was frozen. I can't think of an excuse to tell him. Then I see my iphone, on a pile of cloths, with screen showing my mothers last message to me. "My mother. I was think about my mother and if anything has happened about her death."

Matt looked down at his feet and had a sad face on. "What do you think every thought of mine is about you?"

"Well maybe not every thought but most," he said tilting his head up so that our eyes meet and I could see a smile in his eyes.

"Ok, maybe when I was falling out of bed I thought of you but just a little bit," I said smiling like a little girl.

"See what did I tell you," Matt said standing up straight and proud. Matt started to walk to the door and I followed him down the stairs. "You do think me."

By the time we were half way down the stairs my stomach started to make lots of noise. Matt must have heard my stomach too cause he ask me, "Do you want to go out for breakfast or stay in?"

If we go out someone might people see me and ask things about my mother or her death, which I know nothing about. Just thinking about my mother makes me want to cry now and I really don't want to cry in public.

I must have been taking forever to answer so Matt asked, "We can eat in if you want to? I don't want you to think I'm pushing you to go out when you're not ready. I understand."

That's very nice of him to of me. "Okay, we'll eat in."

Matt started to walk around the kitchen like he was going to cook so I sat down at the kitchen table and asked, "So what's for breakfast?"

"...Um ... uh... I don't know how to cook," Matt said looking around the confused.

Turning my head to the side and asked, "Don't you live by your self next door? How do you eat then?" When I asked the first question Matt nodded this head.

"I mostly eat out cause I can't cook," he said walking towards me.

By the time he walked over to me I got up and when to the stove. "Well it's a good thing I know how to cook. What would you like? Bacon? Eggs? Pancakes? Waffles? I will cook anything. You name it. I can make it."

"I don't eat breakfast. I just had coffee waiting for you to wake up." Matt pointed to the steaming coffee maker.

"Great you made coffee," I said while getting a cup and some coffee.

While I made bacon and pancakes Matt watched me very carefully. I could only imagine what he was thinking at the moment. Maybe he was worried that I would black out again or maybe start to yell at him for coming into my house. Now that I have had time to think I really don't mind him here. I think with him here I can be myself and not get lonely without my mother here.

Later after this all over I really have to find a way to thank him.