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After Scarlett left the room, I regretted asking if I could stay in here. I opened my eyes as soon as Scarlett left the room and immediately felt scared. Scarlett said to go to her if I needed anything but she had just left and I would be lucky if she was even in her room.
I shifted around turn over in the bed and bringing the duvet up to my chin, I shivered under the duvet feeling cold but I didn't want to search around for a blanket. Scarlett had dimmed the lights, but I'm still terrified of what is in the darkness.
"Shit!!" I heard Scarlett yell from the other room along with some things falling which sounded like cardboard boxes or whatever. I jumped slightly as she kept shouting herself before I heard her footsteps grow louder, i gasped turning around facing the door and closing my eyes so she didn't think anything was suspicious. The door opened and Scarlett walked up the bed placing her hand on my forehead before I felt her lean down and kiss my forehead
"Sorry if I woke you buttercup" Scarlett whispered placing another kiss on my cheek, I kept my face still and my body frozen until Scarlett started walking away again, closing the bedroom door and walking back into her room. I took a deep breath opening my eyes and sitting up and looking around, again I heard another thud but not hearing Scarlett's voice afterwards which scared me
What if someone had broken into the house. Surely not, Scarlett has high security and lives hidden away behind gates and trees, i told myself trying to keep myself distracted. I shimmied back under the duvet covering myself in it and squeezing my eyes shut, turning onto my side trying to block everything out of my hearing.
I absolutely hate it when you close your eyes to rest, go to sleep, get away from everything, that everything else starts coming back. Laying in bed trying to sleep and now all I can think of is my parent, the same accident replaying in my head on a video loop that won't go away, it's always playing in my head. There's never a time when it stops.
I turn my face into the pillow letting a few tears drop from my eyes until, more, more, more tears start spilling from my eyes. I hold back my sobs and tears hoping Scarlett couldn't hear anything that was going on right now. I turned my full body into the pillow and sobbed into it trying to muffle all the noises I was making.
I hate grief. I hate having to lie here in someone's bed, who had very kindly taken me in, spend a ridiculous amount of money of me and taken care of me, and still feel like it's a dream. No, a nightmare. The truth Is, I don't know what I'm doing. I'm just doing everything Scarlett tells me, to eat, drink, sleep, shower. I hate asking for things because I feel as though one day she's gonna turn to me and say NO.
My body shook with sobs, my breathing became more intense and I moved to sitting up instead of face down in a pillow. I thankfully managed to calm myself down before anything major could happen and slowly slipped my feet out of bed.
I took a deep breath, letting one foot land on the floor, then the other. I very cautiously and carefully stood up out of the bed hoping and praying no floorboard would creek. I made my way over to the door, pressing down on the door handle and poking my head out the door. I gulped harshly realising it was pitch black, I braved my self up dashing forward and switching the light on, thankfully it being the smallest and furthest away light.
I stood outside Scarlett's bedroom door, my legs shaking and my breath getting caught in my throat, i was secretly hoping that she wasn't sleeping so I could ask for help but I didn't want to disturb her if she was.
I slowly pushed down her door handle and poked , my head around the door. I shut it over a small bit behind me and walked over to Scarlett's bed, leaning over. She was asleep, I felt like crying to her right now, I did not want to be alone right now, please not now.
