she laid on her bed, headphones plugged in her ears, music playing really loud just so she could shut the world out. she loved those days, those days where her mum would get to work late. no she didn't like the fact that her mum was getting tired for working longer, but also she needed the house empty. she wanted to be alone.
alone
əˈləʊn/
adjective & adverb
having no one else present; on one's own.
she loved being alone, she was one of those rare people that loved the silence, the emptiness around them, inside them. she loved just laying in her bed and staring at the ceiling while the songs with meaningful lyrics blasted in her ears. her thoughts being just lyrics, lyrics and not actual thoughts, because if they were thoughts she'd lose it. she'd breakdown. and she didn't want that. she hadn't had a breakdown in over a month, she was somewhat, somehow happy again.
she laid there, possibly for hours, and then looked towards the white clock hanging from the wall. 8:30 it read. her mum was supposed to be out from work half an hour ago. the walk from her mums work to their house was about half an hour. she sighed as she pulled one of the headphones out, decreased the music volume a bit and listened. listened to the silence in the house. not complete silence, since the clock was ticking. it must've been about a minute or two, that she had stayed still, listening, before she heard it. the doorbell.
