[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.]
Kailey didn’t leave when our aunt did, not that I had expected her to. I knew that even if I told her to go, she wouldn’t listen. She was stubborn like that and in all honesty—to a level of honesty that I wouldn’t even be with myself—I didn’t really want her to leave anyway. I was just aggravated that she’d made sure the others knew that something had happened to me when maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t sure I wanted them to know. They would all worry, just like always. Sometimes, I just got tired of the worry.
Still, I couldn’t look at her. I couldn’t look at her, but I could feel her gaze on me as I stared blankly out the window, wishing that my vision would stop twinning on me, wishing that my head would stop throbbing. She was right. They were more than just scratches and I knew it. I just didn’t want to think about it.
Mom and Dad had written about what the camazotzi could do, what they could do and other things could do. I didn’t want to think about that or what they could do to me. They’d always hurt my father worse than my mother, or so I’d gathered from reading their journals. Maybe that was just a misperception, though. Maybe Mom had just been more careful than Dad. It wouldn’t have surprised me if that was the case, looking back on all of the memories I had of my father. Mom had always seemed to be the more thoughtful of them, though I supposed I could have been wrong about that. I knew that they’d both always just done what needed to be done because it needed to be done. That was just them.
They’d been gone for five years. It felt like so damn long—too damn long. I missed them more than I ever cared to admit, though I’m sure everyone knew. It couldn’t have been a secret.
What son wouldn’t miss their parents after they were gone?
I pressed my lips together and kept staring at the curtains. Even the dim was starting to hurt my eyes, but I wasn’t about to say anything, at least not yet. Kailey just stayed where she was, sitting on the edge of my bed, watching me.
I wondered how long she’d stay.