To Heal the Enemy

09

Chapter Nine: Numb

Anala's pov:

I wake up in my bed. I think I was drugged. I slowly sit up and start to feel my head spinning so I fall back on my pillow.

All I can think about is how I don't have anyone anymore. I am entirely and utterly alone.

I didn't even say bye before I left.

I don't know how to feel. I can feel sad because my father is dead. I can feel angry because my only "friends" killed him. I can feel numb because I no longer have a purpose. And I can feel angry because Alex lied to me about who he was.

I finally walk out of bed and turn on my shower. I don't think I have ever felt so awful. Sure I have been depressed. I mean I've been stuck in a house all my life but I don't think I have ever felt this miserable. 

It's only been a couple hours without my father and I already feel broken.

I look in the mirror and I feel the tears trying to fight their way out of the puddle in my eyes. Stop crying your fine. You are being a baby.

Shockingly, the voice doesn't work this time. I start sobbing. I start crying to the point where I can't breathe. I can't hear anything except for my heart beating and my sobs. Not that I would hear anything anyways.

I then get an awful feeling in my stomach and hold it then run to the toilet. I throw up everything that has been in my system and when everything is out I throw up even more. Even when there's nothing left but stomach bile.

Once I'm done I clutch my stomach and slowly back up to where I'm sitting on the ground against the wall with my arms folded over my knees and my hands on my face. I haven't cried like this since I was little.

I finally get up and tear my clothes off so I can walk into the shower. I feel the hot water seep into my cuts and wince. Then I sit on the floor of the shower and let the hot water drown my body. I can't make myself stop crying. Whenever I think I'm done crying I just think of something else to cry about.

I start to feel my fingers wrinkle and figure it's probably time to get out. I pull myself up and out of the shower. My body stings from the cold air hitting my skin. I pull a towel over my body and warm myself up. I then look in my mirror and see my eyes being puffy and my face is beat red.

I turn my phone on and see that it's 4 in the morning. I have a couple missed calls from Mateo and even one from Sage. I turn my phone back off. I don't have the energy to talk to anyone.

I get dressed into some leggings and a black zip up hoodie. I put the hood over my head and grab my gun. I lastly put my phone in my pocket.

I walk downstairs and get a shiver when I realize I live alone. I take a pair of keys from the drawer in the kitchen.

I walk out the front door and get hit with the fresh air.

And that's when I realize, I'm free. 

This is something I have always been curious as to the possibility but the fact that this is real life is just surreal. 

I get one of the cars from the garage and leave my house. It feels weird driving alone but I've gotten better and I feel confident in my driving. I'm not sure where I'm going but I need to get away.

I've been driving for a while and I stop somewhere downtown. I park the car and tuck my gun in my waistband before starting to walk around. 

As I walk around I see multiple people smoking outside of what looks like a nightclub. I continue to walk around and feel the breeze hit my skin and smell the stale air of cigarettes. After a while of walking, I start to hear someone walking directly behind me. I turn around to see an older man. He looks to be homeless. "Hey pretty lady," he says with a voice that makes my body go cold.