3: Humane

I dried off and put my clothing back on, shivering from the water. I didn't bother brushing my hair, it was going to look like I had bedhead anyway. I left the bathroom and went into my bedroom, letting myself fall onto the mattress. I sighed and got under the cover, curling up.

I must've fallen asleep, which I honestly didn't care happened or not, but I woke up in the darkness. I sat up sleepily and yawned. I scratched my chest and tried to get up, finding the side where I normally got off from, occupied by Marisa.

I smiled slightly and rubbed my sister's head. She always came here to sleep next to me if she had a nightmare. I didn't feel bothered by it. It was her form of being comforted.

I was the only one she fully trusted. I had helped her all the way up to this very moment and would continue.

I laid back down and sighed, using one of my hands as a pillow before turning to my side and dozing off again.

---

I woke up the next morning, Marisa still asleep in my bed. I didn't care. As long as she was comfortable and was getting good sleep. I carefully got out of bed and gave Marisa some more blanket before leaving the bedroom. I began making breakfast, not consisting of much. There wasn't much to begin with but I managed. I imagined the taste of toast in the morning with orange juice and other tasty foods. But again, all I could do now was imagine it anyway.

I shook my head and made coffee. I was glad we even had any, though it was bitter yet still gave me some energy. There was nothing I had to do today from as far as I knew, so I could stay home with Marisa.

I slowly drank the coffee, hating the taste. I eventually coughed from the bitterness. I set the cup down and waited for the "breakfast" to get done.

I wasn't the best at cooking...not the worst either. As long as I didn't burn anything down I was fine with whatever I cooked. It seemed to always be good to Marisa. Almost always. It sometimes burned.

I was surprised a small explosive wasn't made and that the food was edible. I wasn't actually taught how to actually cook so I had to teach myself with what we had at the moment.

At least 10 minutes later, Marisa came into the living room, waving.

"Back to not talking?" I asked.

She sat down and stretched as I handed her some food. She didn't mind if it was bad or not, as long as it was edible in the first place.

I sat down next to her and continued drinking my coffee in silence. It was hard to start conversation with her.

I finished the coffee quickly, struggling to keep the bitter liquid down as I sat the glass down. Marisa finished her food slowly but surely, not because it was bad...hopefully, but because she didn't eat that fast.

It was her way of being Humane.

---

AN: I'm sorry my chapters aren't that long. I keep hitting writer's block and I'm trying to keep up with my other stories on Wattpad. Whoops.

A Way To Win (on Wattpad. Has three books)