Chapter 7 Just an observer II

Just like I predicted, she came running into the bathroom and her eyes met the mess I had created. The floor was messy with water from the tub and she turned slowly to look at her mirror and her heart cracked seeing the ugly ass crack that I made on her mirror. She would have gone into a full on ballistic mode if I wasn't in severe pain right now with my head down the tub, I refused to look at her to avoid her seeing the tears in my face. But she heard the sniff and her heart broke, it showed on her face, even in his time of pain where a woman would have been comfortable crying and seeking comfort in it, he couldn't cry and he couldn't show weakness. She didn't say more, the anger she was previously showing when she entered slowly depleted.

"Hold in there, I will be back very soon," She said and I barely nodded in response to her and She left the toilet. I was left in my own tears and mess. Every part of my body hurt like hell and I wished I could scream or smash something but I knew I couldn't do anything but live through this moment and hope he didn't have to wear a blood cast, he didn't want to be a pity case.

Gently opening the door, I stopped sniffing hoping she didn't hear me. I used some bath water to wash his face and get rid of any evidence of me crying because I didn't want her pity, after all I had been to her, her pity was the last thing I needed.

"You will be okay…" I heard her mutter, low enough for me to hear and it got me slightly vexed, I didn't want to be a pity party to anyone, especially her.

"I'm fine!!" I replied harshly, looking away from her, not wanting her to see my teary eyes that her pity had pricked.

She cleaned up the floor in silence. No one said anything as she continued to clean up the floor and returned everything back where she had put them initially. She would have gotten angry at me for misplacing the brush in the wrong place but she let it all slide.

She kept muttering under her voice as she returned everything I had used black in its place. Everytime she looked at the mirror, she would pause for a second and continue .

"Are you suffering from OCD??," I broke the silence and she turned to look at me in surprise. I don't know exactly where that came from or what exactly it was but it just came out of my mouth. I paused for a second and looked at her reaction, it did ring a bell then.

"I don't understand…" She decided to play dumb and turned to face me but I was sure I didn't look like I was buying the bull crap act, then I rolled my eyes at her…"Yeap, he definitely wasn't buying it" She thought to herself.

"You are placing the tooth brush right in the middle of your two mouthwash, your soap bottles are arranged vertically against each other and you have all your night pills in a square box and your daily pills are on the right, your toothpaste is pressed from the bottom perfectly and your towel was folded neatly in a different drawer and your clothes and socks, undies and everything was in a box, literally your whole house is a box and you are living in it," I just told her about her life for someone who had lost his memory. At this point, she was sure I was either a psychologist or a psychic when I fully regained my memory.

"So you were going through my stuff now, what next, my personal life information, what next??," She questioned, starting to get real defensive with me and I raised a hand at her in sign of surrender.

"Look, I have no idea how that came out but it seems like It was already on my tongue before I could hold back," I explained to her. "To be honest, I also didn't know what it was till I said what I said"

"I'm Just an observer here, nothing more, I'm not here to question your way of living, it's your life, not mine and I have no say in it. I'm just trying to do things that can bring back my memory quickly" I said, going back to looking at my bath water like I was expecting to see something pop out of it just like it did in horror movies, except it wasn't a movie, It was my life and I was a wreck.

"We will talk about it later alright?," She said, before coming to kneel down beside me.

"Why don't we talk about it now, Not to sub myself here but I have a lot of space on my mind…" I gnashed my eyes and wiggled my eyebrows at her with the little pun I just pulled there, But all she did was place her cleaning rag that still managed to be neat after the mess she had used it to clean.

"Where do you want me to start from?," She asked me and I placed my hands on the curved edge of the tub, of course the beginning was going to be the answer but he liked the dramatics and just wanted to stretch the conversation further

"Why don't we start from where you first found out that you had whatever you wanted to make you keep everything in a box or should I say In their place I guess?," I suggested. Her face creased into a little frown as she thought. I spent some quality time studying her facial features under the orange light in her bathroom and it gave her brown lush hair a golden tint and casted a soft glow on her face showing her beautiful cheekbones and jawlines.

"Well, I think it was when I was a kid, around the age six, I had a favorite bunny that was perfectly intact because I made sure of it. Anytime I went to school, I would always dress my bed and put him right in the middle of my bed, and anytime my brother changed his position,...I don't know but I felt this little rage inside me and I would act out, to some people, it's just a doll in the middle of my bed but to me….to me it was a piece of my sanity outside my mind, a little disconnection could change my state of mind from peaceful to chaotic. But it was ignored by my parents and I was taged as the problematic child, till I was 14 and it got worse till I got medical help, that and other things motivated me to go into medical school," She stopped, taking a deep breath looking at her feet and for a second, I saw a flash of pain flash in her eyes before she shook it off.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?," l said in a panicky voice gathering a ladder in front of me. I looked her up and down as if she was going crazy. It better not be what I think she's about to do...

"I'm going to give you a bath…"

"Wait, NAKED?!!!"