two doors down

distant isolation

not proof read
i don't know how to dedicate chapters on my phone but this is for Emily000Heron

y/n pov
i avoided rose for the rest of the day. of course it was easy since monica and i would be in the library or art rooms most breaks

"yeah i'll ask lizzie tonight" i said leaning back into the beanbag. monica asked if she could come over because she wants to make sure lizzie's house is okay.

i know she loves miss olsen but she wants to know lizzie is good behind closed doors. "hey rose" monica said causing me to snap my eyes open.

"hey guys, have you seen april?" she asked standing by the other beanbag.

"i think she went home early, she was in my last class" monica said "you can sit with us"

i closed my eyes again hoping rose forgot about this morning. i blocked out their conversation falling asleep.

i was sitting on a blue plastic chair.

it dug into my tailbone uncomfortably.

i shifted my weight.

someone called my name.

i looked up.

"would you like to share" they continued.

my eyes scanned the space around me.

colourful posters.

rounded corners.

padded walls.

i tried to lift my hand to scratch an itch.

why are my arms so heavy.

why do i feel so faint.

"y/n" they called out again

"come on we have art" someone was shaking me awake. monica. i squinted my eyes at the harsh library lights.

i let her take my hand to pull me up shaking away my dream. we walked to art and for some reason i couldn't forget the room in my dream. and the faces. they seemed so familiar but so distant at the same time.

sir greeted us when we entered and he started up the lesson as soon as everyone was in their seats.

we were drawing with charcoal this lesson so i drew the one thing stuck in my head. that room. i called the piece distant isolation.

"are you okay y/n/n? you haven't said anything since lunch" monica asked breaking me out of my trance.

"yeah, sorry" i got up washing my hands. i started to get really paranoid someone was behind me and the feeling stuck to my back.

i sat back at my desk staring at the faces. how do i know you. why do i know this place. i continue drawing and drawing. every angle of the room. every detail. every figure.

i probably looked like i'd gone mad with the similar drawings surrounding my desk. monica started to pick them up analysing them. i guess it's a curated collection.

the bell rung bringing me back to earth.

"i need to clear my head, can i walk home" i asked lizzie as i had her last session and the final bell just went.

"okay but come straight home or tell me if your going somewhere. if you do, home by 5" she said packing up her stuff. i nodded and said goodbye and a see you later before beginning my walk.

why couldn't i forget my dream and why did it make me feel so haunted?

i kicked a rock taking the long way home. call your mom by noah khan was playing and i pulled the sleeves of my shirt over my hands.

i was walking down a hill when i lost my footing rolling down it instead. i hit my head on a bit of timber the throbbing pain blurring my vision.

i slowed my walk once i got closer to the house. especially because my house was getting boarded up with wood.

i kept my eyes on the guys nailing it in until i walked through the door or lizzie's house.
"hey honey" she greeted me

"hey liz" i smiled softly at her. she tilted her head at me and walked over.

"long day?" she asked and i just nodded instead of explaining everything. instead of comparing it to her own day like my dad used to do she opened her arms.

cautiously i took the step closer to her and she wrapped her arms around me. the feeling made me want to cry.

she ran her hand up and down my back as i cling to her shirt in the embrace.
"what's your favourite thing to have for dinner, anything at all" she said trying to cheer me up.

i just shrugged resting my head on her shoulder. she squeezed me tighter obviously noticing i needed the hug.

i took a ragged breath and finally pulled away from the hug, she looked down at me and lifted her hands to cup my face.

she ran her thumb over my cheek and i hoped it wasn't noticeable as my lip quivered. without another question she pulled me down to the couch and into her arms again.

i let myself be wrapped in her embrace as she threw a blanket around me. i wanted to cry. the lump in my throat was painful from suppressing it.

she gently ran a hand up and down my back holding my head on her shoulder. "you'll be okay honey" she said quietly.

slowly i drifted off to sleep again. i felt so safe the haunted feeling leaving my body instantly.

"everything will be alright"