Mear
“Who are you?" I asked but the Gengar Gijinka shook his head and then started out again.
"It doesn't matter. All that matters now is that Shupple is crying, and I think you should do, at least something, to make her feel better. Only a suggestion, though,” he answered before he was gone.
My stomach twitched. I had… just gotten up and left… when Shupple needed reassurance, I had just left even when she was asking me to stay. I felt something worse than what I had felt for the loss of my sketchbook. Looking down at the pages, I let out a sigh. It was one thing… just one thing…. I closed my eyes for a monument and found the tearful face of Shupple suddenly come to mind. I forced my eyes back open and looked straight down again. Letting out a breath, I set the sketchbook on my bed not looking back at it as I left.
I walked down to Shupple’s room where crying was making the air near the door vibrate. I shook knowing that I had caused it… I had made her cry… I bit into my lip and breathed in sharply before seizing the doorknob. I didn’t even wait to knock. Something told me it would not help in this situation. I just opened the door.
“STAY OUT! STAY OUT! IT’S MY FAULT! I GET IT! I GET IT!” Shupple screamed clinging to a pillow on her bed and shaking hard enough for the springs of the bed to squeal.
I had made her cry…..
“Shupple…” I said standing in the doorway, but she just turned away from me and seemed to cling harder to the pillow. “STAY OUT!” she yelled again shaking more.
I didn’t say anymore but proceeded in the room. Shupple didn’t seem to notice this and just continued to cling tightly to the pillow. I placed my hand on the end of her bed, and she noticed me there.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry… It’s my fault. I’m sorry,” Shupple sobbed taking a half look at me before turning back around and starting to cry more.
I stepped closer and closer to her, but she scooted towards the other side of the bed. Finally, I came to the side of the bed. Shupple had the pillow stationed between us and was using it as a shield as I did with my sketchbook. My stomach knotted….
“Shupple,” I said in a quiet tone, but it only seemed to incite heavier sobs in her. The bed was shaking to the point I was sure it was going to collapse.
In that moment, I knew what was going to happen. In one fluid motion, I reached over to the other side of the bed and took her by the shoulder. Shupple froze as if in a state of shock at this simple touch. I scooted closer and moved my hand down her back pulling her towards me. Shupple didn’t protest or do anything for that matter, but I didn’t care. I carefully moved her onto my lap and sat in the bed with her….. holding her.
“I’m sorry…” I whispered quietly. “It was my fault.”
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