It was late. Like, midnight late. Or does that mean it's early? I don't know.. ..
There was that knock at my door that I'm all too familiar with since nobody ever knocks for me other than her.
This time it took them half of what it did before to figure out my door is still unlocked. She welcomed herself inside.
"Marie? " I called out. I would expect her to shout something at me when she entered, but nothing.
I poked my head out from my bedroom door, and there stood what seemed to be..
Nothing. . .
".. Marie? "
Who just let themself into my house if not her? Am I just hallucinating from lack of sleep? ..
I was shaken up, so I decided to keep silent after that. Whatever's in my house, surely it isn't something that wants to befriend me.
I feel guilty all of a sudden.
Eventually, after a long while of staring into my hallway with wide eyes in complete bewilderment, I decide my best bet is to sprint out of the house and find Marie. Obviously she'd be home, and her house isn't far. My door is unlocked. All I need to do is run and hopefully not get tripped up by whatever may be waiting for me in a dimmed room.
I ran, quite pathetically, and I succeeded in fleeing my house. I did not, however, make it safely to Marie's.
I tripped over in the rain and my socks were soaked down the the bone, same with all my clothes. .. I wasn't wearing any shoes despite this weather.
My knee was bleeding heavily, and my leg was rendered close to slack. Helplessly, I limped through that painful journey and I made it to Marie's in a whopping 23 minutes of pure agony.
Just imagine there was nothing in my house and I was just hearing things.. All this for nothing.. It makes me grimace.
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This is what Angelica looks like rn btw
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I knocked on the door, then I heard a rumble from inside. Presumably her sprinting down the stairs. .! Hopefully it's actually her this time..!!
I could hear the lock being fiddled with until the door opened, Marie's appearance flooded me with relief more than it ever had.
I felt all my senses come back into action and my slack leg woke up from its blood loss.
".. Someone broke into my house!!? Agh.. Sorry, can I come in.. "
She opened the door and welcomed me inside, leading me in with her hand on my back as she glanced behind me to check if I was being followed.
She slumped on the couch next to me and listened while I rambled on about what just happened. Quickly though, I was rudely interrupted.
"I know you just got burgled or whatever that was, but you look really pretty. I like your hair in that style. " She said, it seemed like she'd been procrastinating on saying it for a while.
"-.. Oh, thanks..!? " I stuttered, puzzled by the sudden comment.
She soon after reached out to touch my hair, and started playing with it. I shuddered and flinched slightly, before gradually leaning into the touch.
"You can keep speaking now, you know!" She said, the smallest smile was present on her lips.
I shivered in nausea.
"Now that you mention it, I don't want to talk about that anymore.. And as a matter of fact, I don't want to go back there tonight." I said, my intentions were completely pure, I swear.
".. Oh? "
Marie knew what I meant, she just wanted to tease me.
"Ha, I'm joking, i'm not cruel enough to make you go back. You did come straight to me after someone broke into your house, after all. "
"Mhm.. " I mumbled, my voice was tired and I sounded like a child being woken up from their nap in mum's car.
Without warning, I was scooped off the seat and carried.
Surprisingly, it didn't have much of an effect on me. I was still drowsy and I just wanted to be carried to a bed.. No matter who's it was.
