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10. The Thing About Contracts.

"Treating attention-seeking behavior may depend on the underlying cause.

For example, if a personality disorder is the cause, psychotherapy may be an effective treatment option. Psychotherapy may help a person better understand their condition and symptoms, understand the effect of their behaviors, and learn coping strategies."__

"What does attention-seeking behavior look like?" On Medical News Today, Medically reviewed by Kendra Kubala, PsyD, Psychology - By Beth Sissons on August 14, 2023.

Chikamharida's POV.

You'll know your life was about to become rocket science when you stopped overthinking and just become set on living. Sometimes, the most complicated people aren't that conflicted. Infact, they happen to be the most easy and outgoing set, smiling, pushing along with the flow and having runny noses and aching lungs.

Adele switched on the lamp.

Her room was twice bigger than mine. It was on the upper floor; I'd taken the unreachable advantage to be the reason why Mr Bolaji would want his daughter feet higher than the normal floor level. One thing was unclear though- what'd he have done if his wife had attacked her up in her room all this while that she'd been without a personal guard? Suicide definitely.

The pink in it was blinding. Pink wall, pink matress, pink curtain, pink lights and pink air. "Adele," I said warily. "Are you alright, sane? Any other medical condition I should know other than your vitiligo? "

"Not really. Why?

"Your room looks like you breathe in pink. "

"It was repainted while I was five. It was all my grandma's idea."

"Of course," I said still studying her room.

Adelle walked into her closet to change. Her voice drifted out like a whisper.

"We'd have to be fast though," she said. "Grandma usually comes to check-up on me before sleep."

I sat on a comfy looking chair. It was so soft, like a pile of weak cotton. "Is it after you've ran away from her or before you do?"

"I don't run away for fun," she said in defence. "It just sort of happens."

She was in her pajama. A netty garment that exposed more of the different coloured patch on her skin. Half her stomach was on display and half her thighs downward. She seemed mature to me despite her childish antics.

"How old are you?" I asked as she pulled a seat before me. So there were two seats? Or maybe a stool and an high backed chair.

"Twenty one."

"I'm also fifty. Do you think I'm a child Adele?"

"Nope," she said, popping the 'p' as the scrunch of paper filled the air. It was the infamous leather bound book she always carried around.

On a piece of paper, she started scribbling notes from a page of the diary.

"What about your mum?" I asked out of curiosity. "Does she send you goodnight wishes?"

"Sometimes, when she's drunk. But we aren't that close."

My eyes widened at how upfront she was. When she wanted to speak, she did, but with a special kind of mischief.

"You haven't told me my age."

"My age doesn't have a thing to do with our agreement which you shamelessly forgot."

"I'm -"

"-older than me. I know," she said with a short, pitiful nod. "Here's the address. Tomorrow morning we'll leave. I'll plead with my dad."