Chapter Fifteen

By: Writes with Block

"What on earth happened to you?" the TV shouted, breaking the tense, anticipatory silence that had blanketed the room.

Sota stood in the doorway, water dripping from her fingers, the hem of her shirt, her chin, her nose, and her hair. Her jacket was covered in mud and looked as if something had attacked it. There was dirt smudged across her face and a large blob of mud on her chin. Mud clung to her hair as well and ran down her cheeks in dirty rivulets. Her palms and fingers were criss crossed with bruises and scratches. There was dry blood on the back of her left hand and there was a blood stain on the elbow of her ruined coat. She slammed the door shut and stormed across the room. She yanked off the soiled jacket and tossed it to the floor. The shirt underneath was in no better condition.

"Is that oil on your shirt?" the phone asked slowly.

"Yes. Yes it is."

"Where did it come from?"

"You wanna know where it came from?" she asked, a vein popping out at her temple.

"Not anymore."

"I'll tell you anyway. I came from a car I had to crawl under."

"Um...."

"Are you gonna ask why I was crawling under cars?"

"Its probably better for us if I don't."

"That crazy book Ketsuke brought over decided it would be fun to chase small dogs. We chased it all over the freaking city before we managed to catch it under a box and drag it off to the train station."

"What did you do with it there?"

"We rented a locker under a fake name and threw it in there. Then I took the key and flushed it down a public toilet."

"What happens when they finally open that locker?"

"Who cares? The only jacket I've got is ruined, I'm soaking wet, I can't feel my toes, and there is mud in my hair."

"At least your hair is still wet. The mud won't dry," the mirror consoled.

"Yeah and Ketsuke feels like all of this was his fault so he's going to give me his jacket tomorrow at school." Sota smiled foolishly to herself before sighing and sinking into depression again. "Ever since I got here my life is been more complicated then I thought it could be."

"But you do have good grades, a good job, and a home," the mirror pointed out. "And people who love you."

"Speak for yourself. I hope you die of the flu you wanker!"

"And you've got a cute boyfriend," the TV said.

"Why thank you," the fridge replied.

"She's talking about Ketsuke," Sota replied, peeling off her tattered jacket it tossing it into the bathroom.

"You're such a tease," the fridge chuckled.

Sota choose to ignore him, yet again, and sank to the floor with a sigh. The futon pulled her towel out of her pillow case and wrapped it around her.

"Thanks," she murmured and gave it a soft squeeze.

It wiggled happily and lay at her feet like a love sick puppy.

"What are you going to do now?" the mirror asked.

Sota shrugged. "Change my clothes and start saving some money to buy another pair of pants. I'm not going to be able to wear these to work after this."

"About Kira."

"Next time I see that cat I'm going to flush it down the toilet. Then we'll be rid of her forever. I don't have to be racked with anxiety every time Ketsuke decides to come over. I guess I'll just relax and help Ketsuke get used to the idea of my apartment being alive. He keeps freaking out at weird times. I think he might get in trouble at school."

She stood and tromped off the bathroom for a shower and a change of clothes. When she came back out the futon and the bamboo plant were curled up in front of the TV, watching it intently.

"All right kids. Time for bed."

The TV turned off and the bamboo plant wrapped its leaves around itself. The futon jumped over to Sota and wrapped itself around her. As she sank into it lazily she thought, 'My life can't get any weirder.'

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Do you see the fore shadowing? If you do you might be crazy. I'm not really sure if its in there or not. Not really sure what's going to happen yet. This could kinda be the end if I wanted it to. *shrugs* I'm sure I'll think of something.

Anyone else seen that goldfish commercial where the jingle says that the goldfish smile because they have no idea they're going to be eaten? Does that bother anyone else? It struck me as really, really odd. And kinda sick in a way. Well, it was just a thought. So here's the new chapter. I hope you liked it. Please leave me a review so I don't have to go get the plagues. Thanks!

Jo