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Hours later.
I found myself pacing around my dark room with my head down, twirling the multiple golden rings that were constantly belted around my fingers. The only thing that shined through and created some form of light, was the moon that directly faced and glared through my bedroom window.
Ever since my parents and I were driving back home from the police station, I haven't engaged to any messages or calls that chimed on my phone.
And JJ being the anxious and overprotective boyfriend that he is, I could sense that he's been calling and trying to communicate with me all day.
But I needed to be alone with myself for some time. An hour before, I took a warm and lengthy shower, trying to ease myself, but it didn't benefit anything. If not, my thoughts grew more and more, and it became worse.
I wanted to pay attention to all of my thoughts. I wanted to know why I was so on edge and intimidated. I needed to pay attention to my thoughts and think about everything that has occurred in the last 48 hours. Think about how everything apart of my life was going downhill and changing, right in front of me.
I couldn't do anything to distract myself or do anything productive. I just wouldn't focus on it. Instead, I would concentrate on the voice in my head. It was bugging me to the core. Almost like it was taunting me. What else could I do?
All of a sudden, my gold door knob started rattling, trying to push open. I kept my bedroom door locked since I was living under the same roof as someone who attempted to kill me. It was the least I could do under these types of circumstances.
I gradually looked over at my white door and slowly hobbled toward it. I was trying my best not to make a sound if it was my parents or Nolan and I could just fake sleep.
"Madalyn?" I heard my little sister's calm voice and a tiny sigh flew out of my mouth before I began limping normally again.
I twisted the small gold flick and quietly opened the door, and looked down, to catch sight of my little sister peeking up with her adorable doe eyes.
"Elle..." I whispered.
"Can I come inside?" She whispered, pointing her small and chubby finger at my dim and relaxed room. "Yes, quick." I allowed, pulling the door wider before I watched her walk through and into my room.
