Can I Call This Home? (discontinued)

☊⊑⏃⌿⏁⟒⍀ 9

I didn't sleep that night. 

I had planned to sleep, but every single time my eyes closed and my body finally relaxed, the house would creak, waking me up. 

I didn't give up on sleeping until the morning sun came out, lightening up my room. No wait. It wasn't my room. Let's try that again. 

I didn't give up on sleeping until the morning sun came out, lightening up the room. 

It wasn't my room. It never would be. I didn't deserve it, and wouldn't be here long enough to deserve it. 

I sat up from my bed, letting out a quiet sigh before standing up, still wearing my clothes from yesterday. I quickly changed into a hoodie and jeans, sliding on socks quickly before opening up the door, necklace in my mouth. 

It seemed like everyone was still asleep, so I crept quietly down the hallway, carefully going down the stairs, flinching with every creak of the steps. 

When I finally reached the bottom floor, it finally came to me that I could run now if I wanted to, but I didn't want to go up and pack up my bag. Instead, I walked to the kitchen, nearly screaming when Techno came around the corner, sipping on coffee. 

I stopped myself from screaming before it could come out and stood up straighter, brushing past Techno to go further into the kitchen. I looked around the kitchen quickly, opening up the cupboard that was clearly labelled bowls and grabbing one from there, placing it gently on the counter before opening the cupboard labelled cereal. Techno watched me as I made cereal, saying nothing as he continued sipping his coffee. 

I was glad about that. I wasn't sure if I could speak. It felt like a bubble had formed in my throat, stopping me from speaking. 

Once my cereal was in the bowl, I added the milk, grabbing a spoon from the labelled drawer. I'm not sure why all of these drawers were labelled, but it was very helpful for making my breakfast. 

As I sat down at the table, Techno followed me, sitting at the head of the table, watching me as I ate my breakfast, making me uncomfortable. 

"Why are you up this early?" He asked after a bit. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out so I just kept my eyes on the cereal. I couldn't speak. He seemed to get that and went back to drinking his coffee. 

When I was done eating, I stood up, bringing my bowl to the sink and washing it, just in time for Phil to walk downstairs. 

He smiled when he saw me but I just looked away, walking by him quickly back up the stairs. When I reached the top floor, I didn't look at any of the others who were passing me, instead I looked at the floor and hurried towards the room I was staying in, closing the door behind me and curling up on the bed, the bubble in my throat still there. 

It wasn't even just a bubble anymore. Somewhere in my chest, it felt like something was rising up. I pushed it back down as much as I could, but it was still there, ready to be released at any point. 

And knowing this, I stood from the bed, walking towards the door and locking it. I couldn't deal with people today. I didn't want to accidentally do anything that might make them hate me. Especially when it had such a horrible drawback. 

But before I could lock it, there was a knock on the other side.

I froze as the door was opened, and Phil peeked his head in, definitely noting how I immediately backed away from him, walking right into a corner. 

"You good Mate?" He asked me and I nodded, the bubble in my throat growing bigger and bigger, barely letting me breathe anymore. "Is it ok if I come closer?"