CHAPTER:2

I tilt my head to the left and my reflection makes the exact move. I flex my fingers and it does the same. Then I wave at it and it returns the wave at the same moment. I stop and just stare at it. It-my reflection-has been the most I've interacted with anyone in these past eight months. Other than my sister who is currently living with me and comes in here once everyday,-telling me to eat, clean my room, brush my teeth and advising me to take a shower-,which I do sometimes, I pretty much do not bother making interactions with anyone else. 

I hate that she, my sister, keeps asking me to get over him. But what I hate even more is the mind grilling fact that I 'am' already over him. I got over him about three months ago. It's just that, I didn't think I wanted to get over him just yet. My body was, I'm sure, already over him.My mind followed the month right after. But my heart. My heart still felt like six months was rather a short period of time to get over someone you loved for two and a half years. So, I decided to give my heart some more time to join the other two. However, once it did,about a couple weeks back, I came to the odd realization that I'd gotten quite comfortable with my surroundings. Even though they were and still are messy. And that made me stay in the mess I call my bedroom for another short while before I could get myself to organize it.

I turn away from the mirror to skim the room with my eyes and I notice something I haven't noticed in the last few months.

This bedroom reeks! Like, really reeks. How the hell did I never take notice of this? I try to focus my nose to sense where exactly the stench is coming from. There's no specific direction it's coming from so my first guess is the bed.