>•~Falling Upwards~•<

Chapter Seven: I See Through your Teeth

Chapter Seven~ I See Through your Teeth

A smile;
A grin;
A sign of amusement,
A sign of enjoyment.

A smile;
A grin;
A sign of a mask,
A sign of a task.

To smile;
To grin;
Do you enjoy this?
Do you wear a mask?

*~*

(About an hour later...)

~C~

A soft ring goes through my ears. I play with my fork, and twirl it about on the plate. I notice the way the soft flicker of a candle plays on its surface. Each way the light can reflect, and create new colors. From a dusky-colored plate, with some relics of rust, the light creates new colors of gold, yellow, and maybe some possible greens or purples.

I notice this on my fork as well. It has a rough texture, upon its nickel silver, with its silvery appearance. Nickel silver is not true silver. It is fake; a cheap substitute for its true counterpart. If it could think, would it know it is fake? Rather, would it believe it is truly special, and worth something...

As if it were real silver?

"C?" My mind is snapped back to this world, as a large hand wavers over my face. "C? C, are you alright?"

I turn over to see August again. He and April have already begun to clean up the table. Now I see that I am the only one here who just sits and stares off at space. I must seem like a lunatic. Hah, I probably am.

August has stopped to check if I am okay. He looks down at me with wide, worried eyes. Like a puppy. I suppose that since I was basically dead just about a bit over a week ago, it would be easy for anyone to grow weary at me acting off. I wonder if I was off when I was old me, too.

I watch April glare at me from across the table. For not helping out, obviously. That is my bad. If I want to stay here, which I do, I really, really do, I shouldn't be rude. Even if, hm, a special someone is especially rude.

I get up, and start to help clean up. I first pick up my empty dish, and then stack my utensils on top of them. August still sits there. He waits for me to respond, and he is confused when I just get up and seemingly ignore him.

I turn back to him, and I am a bit flustered at my previous actions. My face heats up, but he doesn't mind. From my time at getting to Know August, I have learned how he does not seem to care too much on one's actions. That is probably why he and April get along so well.

"Oh, mhm! I am doing great!" I grin; like that would hide my tomato-red face. He just nods, and grins back to me.

August then comes to take the plates from me. "You are still healing, no matter what April says. Let me take your plate,"

"Thank you," I say.

I still see April glaring at me from across the table. She has officially cleaned up most of the table, while I have handed my plate to August. The two of them are polar opposites. One is sweet, while the is...

"I can clean up," August says, "You two can go to bed."

April just nods. She is being strangely quiet. Just like how I have gotten to know August from my time here, I have also gotten to know April. April is never this silent.

August begins to finish cleaning, while April and I start to head off to go to sleep. I am honestly not too tired. I look back to August. Why do I find it odd that he cleans up? No, it is not that he, himself, does this.

I just... Something in my memories — My memories — That were no more than fragments, just tell me something else.

I plop back onto that couch that I have been on for a while. I sink in. Again, I feel like I am falling. Maybe I am tired. Maybe I do need rest.

"C," April speaks up.

I look to her. She sits on the sofa on the other side of mine. April leans back beside a window. Through the cracks where it is boarded up, a slip of moonlight comes through.

Her fiery hair streams behind her. She looks me dead in the eyes. Something about her is just so bone chilling. She can seem not there; like pieces of her have been chipped off over the years. However, now she does not seem so off now. April seems sorrowful.

"Yeah?" I ask. Curiosity pipes up through me. Although she scares me, I wonder what she wants to ask.

"C, you are too kind for your own good."