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The middle of the night slowly and peacefully passed through. All of the lights were shut off, except my small night light on the old nightstand next to my bed. It glowed most parts of the room, but only leaving the corners of the room a little dim.
My back was pressed on the cold plaster wall just like before as I pressed both of my knees against my chest. My arms wrapped around them and held them tight, while my puffy and red eyes released a few tears now and then.
Every time a worker's loud footsteps approached my room, I would slam my body into the mattress and fake my slumber. But my ears were wide open, trying to hear any rude words slip from their mouths. But most were silent. Some let out things I've already heard.
"Criminal."
"Homewrecker."
I didn't react.
Over time, I was starting to get used to all of the words. If I was such a horrendous person then I deserved those words. I just needed to know more information. It wouldn't hurt to know why the people are so infuriated with me.
But all of my miserable thoughts were pushed away from my clouded mind, catching a couple of quiet and delicate knocks at the large door. Almost startling me.
I pushed my head towards the window, while I raised my eyebrows, and confound filled me, wondering why they didn't just walk in like they always did.
And it was also the middle of the night.
Who would be knocking on my door in the middle of the night? It was past my bedtime. But this time, I didn't fake sleep. I didn't hear familiar footsteps before the knocks. This felt different and strange.
I hesitantly crawled and pushed myself off of the soft and messy mattress, earning a little creak at the end. My socks-covered feet landed on the floor before a small sniffle came out of my nose, and I brought a hand up to my teary brown eyes and dabbed my wet eye bags.
I quietly walked towards the large door, entering the dark side of the room. I peeked and squinted my eyes through the little window, finding sandy blonde hair from the bottom. Once I reached the door, I clasped the long silver handle, quietly twisted it, and tugged it towards me, hearing a few old cracks.
