The Sitter's Sister

Chapter 37

The next day, Leigh-Anne woke up with a headache.

She moved slowly out of her lying position to sit up and squinted her eyes by the pain.

Her room was blurry for a moment before her eyes adjusted.

The girl recognized the space as Marcy's room. She and Sairah still needed to switch rooms so she could have her own room but for now she would be sleeping with their new guardian. She still wasn't sure if she would be able to sleep on her own.

The teen reached for her phone under the pillow and gasped by the time.

Marcy wasn't next to her so she must have been downstairs. Or at work already. Why is it so late! Why was she up so much later than usual? She always woke up early on school days since she needed to cross-check everything and pep-talk herself in the mirror before leaving.

Leigh-Anne hurried out of bed and ran to the bathroom to start freshening up.

When she was done, she left the room in her uniform and ran down the hall to get to the staircase. Was everyone late or just her?

She made it to the kitchen and saw Sairah at the table on her phone. Marcy was there as well but appeared to be cooking up a storm. Was she making breakfast?

"Um . . ." Leigh-Anne noted that neither of them seemed dressed.

Marcy turned around and dropped her pot when she saw Leigh-Anne.

Sairah startled. "Shit!" She looked at the mess but seemed to catch Leigh in the corner of her eye before she could say anything else about it. "Leigh-Anne," She got up and went to her sister.

Marcy followed with tears leaving her eyes. "Are you okay? How are you feeling? You seem back to normal . . ." She held Leigh-Anne's face to look into her eyes.

Leigh-Anne felt Sairah rubbing her arm.

"You really scared us back there you know. Dude I thought you f*cking died at some point and . . . yesterday was a f*cking stressful day Leigh-Anne. It's why we're all at home now. Ha. Need a break you know . . ." Sairah put her hands in her sweats pockets.

Leigh-Anne was very confused by what they were saying and she did not like that. Her stomach immediately started aching. "Wh-what did I do? What happened?" She played with her fingers.

Marcy could see the discomfort. She released Leigh then turned to her sister.

Sairah shook her head. "Of course she can't remember." She muttered.

Leigh's heart rate picked up. "Wh-what happened?"

"Well um . . ." The psychiatrist had said that there was a chance that Leigh-Anne would not remember anything that had caused her to dissociate so to be mindful of that. He had also told them that if that happened that they were allowed to remind her of what had transpired. The catch was that Leigh may panic if her memory got jogged. "Maybe you should sit down-"

"You're making this dramatic now," Sairah rolled her eyes.

"What? I just want her to be comfortable while we fill her in . . ." Marcy said softly.

Leigh-Anne did not like the suspense. "Guys what happened?" Her eyes stung. "The last thing I remember is . . ." She tried to recall. "Waiting for Marcy outside of school. Was I being weird? We were in public I- was I screaming? Did it freak everyone out?" She really hoped not. Her schoolmates knew about her problems but they had never seen her dissociate. They'd witnessed her fainting due to anxiety and had seen when she had lost it and started beating on Kerry but for her to have a dissociative episode where she was behaving like the textbook definition of someone who was 'crazy' was a whole other thing. Leigh never wanted anyone to see her like that. Had that really been what happened? No, no, no, noooo!