It has been a year since Annalise Montgomery lost her fifteen year old sister Lilly in the middle of a sunny day when she was waiting in a parking lot.
Annalise takes the case into her control when the police are empty handed. No leads, no traces, n...
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I've tried to close my bedroom door at least five times now, but it's always reopened. Because of these stupid rules. I hate it. I hate this.
It's all only been set into motion for such little time, but it's like a lifetime of an endless hell loop. Sheriff Walker left my apartment roughly an hour ago after leaving a copy of her long list of rules in my bedroom whilst I pretended to be asleep.
I don't bother leaving the safe space of my room. Only because I know Scott is somewhere out there, and the second I step out will be the same time he begins speaking.
Somehow, I spied a duffel bag sitting by the door. I think his mother dropped it off some time ago, but I was too busy sulking in my bed to notice. It's offical- the Sheriff of Seamville has forced her son to become my baby sitter.
Scott hasn't said anything more since he left my bedroom. I'm slightly surprised by his effort to stop hassling me. It's nearing the end of the day which is a worry, as it means the topic of dinner will be bought up. I'm not hungry, though I have a feeling that won't be a good enough answer.
I sit up on my bed and glance around my still mostly dark bedroom. It's colder than ever, despite the summer weather. I notice small things that have been moved when Natalie searched through my room. I have an itch to stand and fix them, but I don't. I allow them to rest the way they are.
Scott Walker appears in the open door way, his knuckles knocking on the door twice. "I'm going to order in some dinner." He tells me with a soft voice. Like he's walking on egg shells. "What would you like?"
I'm going to try my luck. "I'm not hungry."
A sigh breaks from him. "I'll get you a vegetable curry." With his, he leans off the door and leaves the room again. Why had he even bothered to ask if he was going to make the decision for me? It only has annoyed me more.
When silence falls, I stare down at my bandaged wrist that feels more like a brick than my hand. Pain has started to creep in, but I endure it.
The worst part is that I'm unable to do something as small as walk to my kitchen to get painkillers. They've been 'confiscated' and only Scott has access to them. It's unfair.
I settle back down, laying silently until the blonde boy comes back to my room some time later. "Dinner is here." He says, waiting for me to join him, but I don't. "Annalise. You need to eat something."
There's no claws in my stomach crying for food, so there's no need for it. "I'm not hungry."
I turn my head when I fear his footsteps move further into my room. Dressed in a casual pair of shorts and a loose button up tee, he strides to my bedside with no evidence of his usual smile.
