I spent three days in the hospital. The detective from before is letting me stay with her. Today was the day that I get to see the new house. The detective has a daughter. I've seen pictures of her and she's very pretty. I think her name is Michaela. We pull up to the house, and let me tell you. It's huge! "Your house is huge." I say to Katie, the detective. "It's now your house too!" She says, putting the car in park. We get out and are greeted at the door by a servant and a girl about my age.
She has natural bleach blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She extends her hand towards me. "Hi, I'm Michaela!" She says. "Uhm my names Vanessa." I say. She smiles and I shake her hand. "Why don't you girls go upstairs!" Katie says. Michaela gently grabs my hand and leads me up four flights of stairs. We walk down a hallway and at the end, is a huge door. Michaela turns the knob and opens the door to reveal a huge room. We enter the room and Michaela tells me I can take my shoes and sweatshirt off. We sit down on her huge bed. She looks down and stares at my scars that are embedded in my wrist. "It's okay, I have them too." She says, rolling up her sleeve. Out of habit, my fingers ran over her scars. "I'm sorry." I say, looking down at my own. "It's fine." She says.
Michaela stands up and walks over to what I assume is her closet. She disappears into it and comes back out with sweatpants and a baggy tshirt. "Here, you can wear these." She says, handing me the clothes. I quickly change into them. "You look tired, you can sleep in my bed." Michaela says, pulling the blankets back. I lay down and fall asleep soon after.
