Unexpected

Chapter 2

The night seemed to fly by and before I knew it, morning had made its appearance through the brown curtains that covered the only window in my room. Sitting up slowly, I grabbed my phone from the desk, where I had set it to charge the night before and checked the time.

I had planned to wake up by seven to go job hunting but my body had seemed to ignore the my alarm and instead it woke up by ten. I yawned briefly and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. Disappointment in myself was all I could feel. Had I remembered to use google earlier, I would have made it to the apartment faster, which would have meant the man wouldn't have seen me naked and I would have called my family, the landlord and Molly sooner resulting in me being less tired and I would have been out of the flat and job hunting at this very moment instead of only just waking up.

Frustration at myself or with others was something I could deal with quite easily and all I had to do was clean.

Yes.

I liked to clean, cook and a bunch of other typical house wife things. Don't ask why, it's just the way I am.

Before I knew it, I was hoovering, mopping and dusting the living room, kitchen and hallway, cleaning everything in sight to the extent a huge noticeable difference could be seen.

I had found several things along the way, many of them being small square packages which I assumed were some sort of air freshener as there were different flavours. I was confused because air fresheners came in different scents, rather than flavours but I shrugged and dropped them back in the several different locations I had found them.

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I was unsure as to how many hours had passed but the sun had fallen by the time I was done and I was once again left sweaty and hot despite the windows that were opened due to me airing the place. I hadn't changed out of my pajamas since the morning and with one look at the clock in the living room, I could see it was now early evening.

I took a quick shower, remembering to lock the door this time, and scrubbed until my melanated skin began to feel raw. Once in my room I put on my robe (wearing nothing underneath) and sat at my desk. A tune popped into my head and I began humming it the sound massaging away my stress. Lyrics began to fly into my head and I opened my mouth and began to sing.

"I am free
Free from you ohh
You can't hold me back, not anymore
Let me reach my potential
Let me be free
Free from you ohh
I am walking away not looking back
I will reach my potential

I am free
I am free
I am free
I am free
I am free
I am free
I am free
I am free"

Taking my lyric book out from the only draw in my desk I began to write the words down, so I wouldn't forget them, along with today's date. Anyone else looking at the lyrics, would assume it was a break up song rather than a song about growth.

From a young age I liked to sing and write songs, in a way it helped me to express myself in ways I never could by conversation. It helped me to relax (something I had always found difficult) and anytime I feel extreme emotion I write songs and sing them to myself.

The first proper song I had ever written, was when I was fourteen. I had a crush on a boy in a year above me and me being my antisocial self, I never told him but I sang about it in my room as I cried over him dating another girl. The only person that knew about my crush was Aaron and he laughed his head off but comforted me after telling me I was worth more than him.

The song that I had written then was called 'Dolor e amor'. I was taking Spanish classes at the time and fell in love with the language so I used that phrase in the chorus.