mixed feelings // dreamnotfound

Part 25: Epilogue

Friday, December 31st (New Year's Eve)

4 days have passed.

I'd moved out of the house with George the next morning, telling Sapnap we were going to sell it and split the money. 

He was angry, but there really wasn't anything he could've done to keep me there.

He doesn't have enough money to afford living there on his own, anyway.

I'm confident the house will sell quickly, considering there's a shortage in our area.

George and I sent out a rental application for an apartment, and only got it approved yesterday.

We'd stayed in a hotel while we waited.

We stopped talking to Sapnap, only sometimes sending him messages about the house.

Physically, I'd say I'm doing okay. 

It's been hard, but I've been trying really hard not to do anything to myself anymore. 

I still get panic attacks often, and it's terrifying. 

But George is always there for me, every single time. 

And somehow, I've never found myself needing to help him. 

He always takes care of himself somehow, and god knows how he's that strong. 

Mentally? 

I find myself ruminating about everything constantly. 

I haven't talked to my mom in weeks, and she stopped reaching out to me after a while. 

I tried messaging her, but I can never get myself to. 

I have no idea what happened to her, where she is, where my dad even is. 

And it scares me. Every single day. 

I relive the moment I went to his house, when he knocked me down, and I knew I was fucked. 

And although it still terrifies me, George is always there. 

So I'd say I'm doing pretty okay. 

I open the door and walk into the living room of our apartment, seeing George's sister sitting at the table.

She looks at me and smiles.

"Hey," she says, and stands up immediately to help me carry the groceries.

"Hey, how are you liking the apartment?"

She grabs a bag and walks back to place it on the table.

"I love it."

I smile, and analyse her expression.

She looks confused, suspicious even. I raise my eyebrows.

"You okay?" I ask, and she looks up at me.

A small smirk forms on her face, and she tries to cover it up.

"Can I ask you something?"

She's only fourteen years old, but there's something I've always admired about her.

I smile at the thought. "What's up?"

She smirks. "Are you and George sleeping on the same bed?"

Her question catches me off guard, and I can't help as a smile forms on my face.

Definitely her confidence.

"What? I mean yeah, but why are you asking? Where is he even?"

I place my bags on the table as well, and we start putting everything away.