28- Am I Wrong?

“Hey!” I call for her before my mind even registers what I'm doing. “You can sit over here.”

What am I doing? Am I that much of a sadist that I'm willing to hurt myself even more? As if arguing with my mother wasn't enough for one evening. On the other hand, the other part of mind, the careless mind, is telling me that I've nothing to lose so I might as well know what's going on between them.

She looks a bit confused. Nonetheless, she walks back towards me. I make room for her to sit. As she sits down beside me, I realize I don't even know what to say and how to hold a conversation with her.

“Tough day?” She asks, making it easier for me as I didn't have to initiate.

“Huh?” I tense assuming she has cracked the code and can tell I've been crying like a pathetic creature.

“You are wearing sunglasses when it's about to get dark. You must be having a headache?” She tries to explain herself.

“Uhh…Yeah.”.I go along with her explanation.

I'm not lying though. I always get