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𝙈𝙔 eyes open as i slowly wake up, the bed feeling warmer and more sunken than before. I look to my left to see Annalise, Jayla and Vicky all fast asleep in the bed, snoring quietly. My eyes travel around the room seeing it was slightly lit up by the fairy lights in the curtains, i also notice it's still dark out. I look at Jayla's clock on the wall to see the clock reading 3:17 am. I knew I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep so I decided to get a glass of water from the kitchen since I felt a little dehydrated.
I carefully slid out of bed, tip-toeing over to the bedroom door and opening it gently, I realised not shutting it the whole way would save time trying to be quiet and walk in then shut it after. I walk down the stairs to see a blanket covering a lumpy thing on the couch, it looked like a person was under it. I was confused at first but the quickly realised it was Bill. I never knew he was sleeping over as well. I shrug and walk into the kitchen, feeling the cold air hit my skin causing my hairs to stand up and goosebumps form. I shiver slightly but go through the cupboards to find a glass.
Once I opened the cupboard nearest to the refrigerator, I saw a group of glasses in all forms and I grab a small glass. I walk to the fridge and push my glass against the water button, watching as the water slowly but surely filled in the beaker. I zoned out from the sound of the water slapping against its own particles, not noticing the water was nearly up to the brim. I yawned and finally snapped out of my trance, quickly pulling away from the fridge once I felt the cold water splash off my hand and onto the floor.
"Fuck.", I whispered and placed my glass onto the counter.
I grabbed some tissue roll that was situated behind the tap and started to clean the mess I made, feeling like there was another presence near me but I didn't pay any mind to it. As I finished up drying the once wet tiled floor, I stood up to throw the wet tissue into the bin, grabbing my glass and making my way back down the hallway to go upstairs until I got a whiff of a lit cigarette. I looked back and spotted a figure sitting near the back door outside.
If Bill was here, then that means Tom was obviously here too. I squint at the figure whose back is facing me and see a few dreads in the moonlight, confirming it was who I thought it was. I turn around and begin to make my way back upstairs, being careful to not wake the sleeping Bill in the sitting room along with everyone else that was asleep. The floorboards creak as I step on them, making me shut my eyes and bite my bottom lip, wondering why this never happened when I went down these steps before. I wasn't even on the third step. I was about to lift my foot and set it onto the next wooden stair until the figure that I suspected was Tom stood before my peripheral vision, frightening me.
"Oh, fuck!", I whisper-yelled and placed my hand on my heart.
"What are you doing?", Tom asked me, also in a whisper.
"Going back upstairs?", I tell him in a 'duh' tone, confused on why he suddenly started talking to me.
"Why were you stalking me?", He furrows his eyebrows and I do too.
