Devils Roses 01 - Cursed

witness am I? I have no I.D.; I have no address. I do not belong in your world and the secret of mine is far more important, than the safety of a small town. I'm sorry. It isn’t just my secret to share."
    I pointed to the door. “No, you need to go now and tell the police."
    "I can't get involved, I'm sorry. I have other things and people to protect."
    "That could have been me. I could have been face down in the dirty grass with my skirt around my waist."
    He didn’t budge.
    "Are you heartless?"
    His face remained stern and unfeeling.
    "Get out of my house. I’m fine. Protect my sister and dad from bad karma, but leave me alone. I don’t believe in karma, anyway. I don’t even believe in you.”
    He stood and looked at me. His eyes were full of regret as he turned and walked out of my house. I cried. I went back to bed and slept some more.
    I woke hearing rustling in my room, assuming it was him I shouted, “Get out. Pervert.”
    My sister peeked her dark head of hair up at me out of my closet. “Yeah, like our parts don’t match? Whatevs. I need that shoe you wore the other night. I found one, but where is the other one?” I looked around the room seeing the mess everywhere. My room had slowly become like my sister's. It exhausted me to think about the mess around me, even though I had slept for days. I sat up feeling the best I had in a while and gave my sister a look. “Why can't you just wear one of the millions of other pairs?”
    She frowned. “You okay, Aimes? Normally I really wouldn’t care, but you’ve been in bed for five days again.”
    I frowned. “Huh?”
    She nodded. “Yeah, you’re sleeping a lot. The doctor came four days ago and checked your vitals out when you were sleeping. He said as long as your eyes and skin aren’t turning yellow, you would be fine. He said you’re just recovering which can take a couple months. I don’t know though dude, you seem like you're dying.”
    I looked down at the floor to see a cup I didn’t recognize and a few dishes.
    “ Have I been eating up here?” Vague memories of my father spoon-feeding me, filled my hazy mind.
    She nodded, sitting on my bed, looking confused. “Yeah, Dad’s been bringing you dinner and feeding you. Dude, you don’t remember any of this? Yikes. He called the doctor again today and the doctor wants you to come back for a check up on Monday. He said it's normal after what you’ve been through to feel sick like this. He said it could be another month. But we're getting worried.”
    I didn’t recognize this person on my bed. Her steely-silver eyes glistened as she spoke, “Jaime is awake now. She said she doesn’t remember anything, but the doctors confirmed she was raped. He never got to finish because you and that guy came. You saved her, Aimes.”
    I felt my eyes light up. “She’s awake? So she’ll be okay?”
    Alise nodded. “Yeah, I guess she didn’t have an allergy like Giselle. Speaking of Giselle—your phone’s been going nuts, dude. It’s been like fifty messages a day and Shane’s called about twenty times a day. He’s really worried. Dad won't let him in your room, so when he shows up, he stays at the door and then leaves after a while. Kind of awkward for me. A few times he stayed and watched Discovery with Dad. I think he was hoping you’d wake up and he could see you one time.”
    I put a hand to my face. “Oh my God—I’m like a mono victim. I need to get out of bed and go see Giselle and see Shane.”
    I looked at her deciding to forgive and accept. “How’s Blake?”
    Her smile became so deep it hit her eyes, making them sparkly like platinum. “He’s the weirdest guy I’ve ever met. I hate the way he just sits and reads sometimes for like hours. He is like you, but a dude. He wears all these shirts that make no sense, and I bought him this super expensive watch with his money, and he hates it. God, he keeps wearing that nerdy N.S.A one. And he never tells me I’m beautiful or wants to, you know—do it. I think he’s never done it before, which is cool with me. He seems happy to just lie on his bed and read beside me. I’m so tired of him, but I can’t stop going over there.”
    I laughed. “Oh my God. You like him. It’s N.A.S.A. by the way; it’s the spaceship people. Not N.S.A. This is you gushing, sis. I’m glad, but please go easy on him. I know it's not your nature, but try. He was my best friend.”
    She frowned. “I can't help but go easy on him, he won't fight