Phoenix in the water, pt. 4

I don’t feel like writing at all. I have no idea of what comes next, but I guess it’s in times like these it’s important to force oneself. So here it goes, for better or for worse:

 

Sundays have always been holy. Even for this girl who was nicely curled in her bed, shielded from the winter that was slowly coming. “Hey.” Something poked her shoulder. “Hey, please, can you wake up?” A whisper so low it felt like a breeze. Forced out of her sleep way too early she turned to her murder victim. “Cat,” she sighted. The fact that Cat was in her room didn’t startle her. The sun was hours away, so it was certain that a knock on the door wouldn’t get any response. “What’s the matter?” she finally managed to get out, yawning. Cat had been crying, and she was about to start again. “Come here, tell me, what is it?” Noticing the exhaustion of her body as she joined sitting on the bed’s edge she added “Have you gotten any sleep tonight?” Head shaking, it was obvious she wasn’t ready to talk. “Can,” a muffled  word came out with a sob. “Can I sleep here tonight?” A question she wasn’t expecting. “Sure, yeah, go ahead. I’ll just…” And the mid-sentence was hanging there, because Cat was already asleep. What the hell?

When she woke again, the sun was shining bright through the windows. Stretching she noticed she was alone again. It was almost time for lunch! What? But the alarm, looking around for the phone, for it was not on her nightstand. She found it in her bed. Checking the alarm app, it surely was set at the right time, so it must have been turned off. Cat, you little- 
A quick shower would do. As the warm water sprayed down she woke up, bit by bit. When she reached for the shampoo it felt like the warm water speared her back. Turning her back away from the water she tried to look for a wound or something. What in the world? There was something there, but she couldn’t see it properly. With the water still running she went to the mirror and tried to get the fog away. There! At the base of her spine. When did I get a freaking tattoo?! She tried to touch it, but it hurt badly. It didn’t look like a regular tattoo, though? The spiraling and intertwining pattern was one thing, but it was in a golden color. It reminded her of something, she’d seen it quite recently… The pattern almost looked like a scar. Leaving a mark in her skin, deeper. She could feel it. Slightly more gentle she stroked the skin. She could actually feel in her fingers where the twirling lines went. It wasn’t huge, but covered quite a bit of her lower back. But most importantly, how the heck did it get there?! She most definitely hadn’t gone to a tattoo artist, she didn’t have that kind of money lying around! And it didn’t even look like it had just gotten there. But it had. “How?”
A failed shower later she found some baggy clothes that wouldn’t irritate her back and went for lunch. Ignoring the increasing pain in her back she was after all hungry. It wasn’t anything special and she couldn’t find Cat so she found a seat by herself. Finally getting some food in her stomach made the day a lot easier to handle. Now she could actually think. What really happened last night?

“Hey, Cat?” No response from the other side of the door. Another knock without any further luck and she went in. “Hi you,” a small whisper to the girl in bed. A grunt in respond. Her roommate must still be in the cafeteria, for it was just those two in the room. Cat was laying in bed, but sat up when she saw the food. Noticing the Cat’s look she quickly added, “I brought you some food, since you missed lunch.” “Thanks. Sorry for last night, that was pretty weird, right?” A joking smile quickly went across her mouth. “It sure was, what happened?” Grabbing a chair she was getting ready for a long story. “Oh, nothing special, just… things,” Cat said fleetingly. That really wasn’t a good answer, and she wasn’t going to let her get away with it. “Come on. You have to tell me something. You seriously woke me up in the middle of the night, something must have happened.” Cat stopped eating and studied her shoes. “It’s nothing, really. I overreacted, it doesn’t matter now. Thanks for the food.” And just like that she was dismissed. She could feel it, and she didn’t like it at all. Why couldn’t she tell her? In shock she rose up and went out. She clearly wasn’t welcome anymore. They were friends. Close friends, at least she thought so. She would understand, or try to. She wouldn’t lose her, but crushing her wasn’t the solution either. This was all too much. Once inside her own room she grabbed the newly borrowed book and fled into a new world. More problems, but not her own.

 

That’s all I could get in an hour. Lots of mysteries building up. Also, I haven’t forgotten the meeting with Josh. I was intending to blend it in the conversation with Cat, but I had too many loose ends. I don’t have the answers to the problems I’ve created, so bear with me, folks!

 

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