Don't leave me alone. (A Six short story)-Parrlyn (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 3

(Anne's pov)

I wake up and my eyes are all fuzzy. I rub them and that seems to help. I glance around my room and my eyes fall onto my open sketchbook. I quickly leap out of bed, a loud but not too loud sound comes from the floor as I spring up and close the book of drawings. I sigh out of relief and my heart speed starts returning to normal. If anyone came into my room last night I'd be dead. I stretch as I've already woken up. I make quiet movements to my wardrobe and pull out an outfit to wear. Some black leggings, a white crop top and a black hoodie. I change and check the time. 7:37am. I sigh and gently make my way down the stairs.

I open the door to the kitchen and close it gently behind me. I reach into the cabinet and pull out a breakfast bar. I unwrap the bar and take a bite out of it. The taste of chocolate and nut fills my mouth and I close my eyes. I finish my small breakfast and throw the wrapper away in the bin. I walk back up the stairs and into the bathroom, I pull my hair up in my usual buns and brush my teeth. Mint toothpaste collides with the lingering taste of breakfast bar, making my mouth taste foul. I make a face and then exit the bathroom, softly shutting the door behind myself. It's Saturday today so Kat doesn't have to wake up for school. 

I knock on Cathy's door. I'm not entirely sure why and I regret my decision even more when she opens the it. She smiles at me and moves out my way so I can enter her room. I do so and the smell of coffee hits me aggressively in the face. I notice the stacked cups on her desk and pages upon pages of literature all sprawled out across it. I look at the desk and then back up at her. I can see dark bags under her eyes and she gives me a weak smile. 
"Cathy...how much sleep did you get?" I ask her. She shrugs her shoulders and pulls up her fingers, counting on them.
"About 30 minutes." She says and I gasp. No one should push themselves to stay up for that long. 
"And these are all coffee mugs?" I ask and she nods. The cups that had previously stored coffee tell me that something is probably wrong with Cathy. I look back at her and wrap my arms around her. She stays still, presumably because of shock, but after a few long seconds the hug is returned.
"You need sleep. Really need sleep." I tell her and she shakes her head.
"C'mon." I say to her and gently drag her to her bed. She falls backwards and I pull the duvet over her. She gives me one last weak smile before drifting off to sleep.

I walk out her room and softly close her door. It's a little past 8'o'clock now and I step into Kat's room to wake her up. I close the door behind me and gently shake her awake. She groans at me and I smile as she wakes up.
"Anne...why exactly are you waking me up at.." She glances over to her digital alarm clock and then turns to face me once more. "8'o'clock on a Saturday morning?" She asks me and I shrug my shoulders.
"But I went into Cathy's room, knocking before hand, and she opens the door with the biggest bags under her eyes. Then I look at her desk and there's writing and coffee mugs placed all over it. I got her to sleep though because apparently she only got 30 minutes of it." I tell Kat and throughout my explanation of, the bomb site us humans call, Cathy that I saw today her eyes grow wider.

(Cathy's pov)

I walk though a door. Lavender scented candles line the hallway. At the end lays Anne. Unconscious on the floor. I walk up to her, no, sprint up to her and feel her pulse. A soft and slow thumping can be felt. I press my lips to her and a flash of bright white shines. Suddenly, she's awake.

I wake up in a pool of sweat. It's not even a scary dream, just embarrassing if anything. I breath heavily and try to close my eyes to get sleep but the image of me kissing Anne is all that comes to mind. I try to rid my head of it but it won't leave me. I slowly get out of my bed and sit at my desk. I start to write. I'm not exactly sure where the story is going to lead but the important thing is that the idea is on paper. I sigh gently when I finish writing what has just happened. I use my own characters. Callie and Cleo. 

I move away from my desk and get back into bed. The fact the image is now in written form on paper,  that means it's left my mind. I sigh, once more, but this time in relief as my eyes close, I lose contact with the outer world. Just me and my thoughts.

After what feels like 5 minutes, I'm woken up by Anne who smiles at me when she sees my eyes open. I give her a friendly smile back and sit up, the duvet falls onto itself and I rub my eyes.
"Hey. Get a good sleep?" She asks and I nod.
"Only felt like 5 minutes."
"Try 3 hours." She tells me and I smile. I swing my legs round and they dangle off the bed, the tip of my toes makes contact with the cold hardwood flooring. I stand up and put my feet into some cosy slippers.
"Just woke you up to see if you were hungry." Anne says and I can hear my stomach say yes, apparently so can Anne as she giggles.
"Your stomach sure as hell is." She leads me downstairs. There a sandwich lays, untouched, unbothered. Just sat there. Some days I wish I could be unbothered. As unbothered as that sandwich. I smile and take a bite out of it. Anne sits next to me and takes small nibbles of her sandwich before deciding she's had enough. I finish my sandwich and Anne takes me upstairs.
"Right. Back to bed now. 3 hours isn't nearly enough to make up for the amount you lost." I groan and clamber under the duvet. The warmth from a few minutes ago has left so I have to make my space warm again.

Anne says goodnight to me and shuts the door. Leaving me in the dark