Redamancy

Chapter 3: You look good

"𝚆𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜, 𝚠𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜." ~𝙱𝚘𝚋 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚜

Chapter 3
(Narrative Switch later on)
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Honey, my heart still beats for you...

The soft rhythm of the song leaked out of the radio I had on my bedside table. I had been flipping through one of my old but favorite books that I kept on a white wooden shelf in my room. The shelf held countless books; some that I have read several times, and some I've never picked up before. For some reason, I always found myself back in the pages of books I was familiar with.

I continued to flip through the pages of Then She Was Gone by Lisa Jewell until the song came to an end. My hand reached to the side to flick off the tiny radio before closing the book and placing it alongside it.

Just as I pulled out my phone from my hoodie's pocket, it rang displaying Mama💞 on the screen. I froze for a second as I watched it ring and ring and ring until it finally stopped. I had released a breath I didn't know I was holding and threw my phone on my bed. My hands raked through my hair as a thousand thoughts flooded into my head.

Despite my strong feelings towards my mom and our situation, I still found it hard to talk to her. It made me feel a little guilty to complain about wanting her back yet dodging all of her calls and texts. It was complicated and confusing and just something I didn't want to deal with. Or more like didn't know how.

Looking at the clock on my wall, I realized it was probably best if I went to bed. I had to wake up extra early to drop off some paperwork for my new job. It wasn't the best, I mean working at an ice cream shop can only provide for so much. However, it still made me feel content knowing I had a source of income besides Laura or Lucas.

I turned off the light coming from a tiny lamp to my left and tucked myself under my sheets. As I drifted off to sleep, a certain redhead boy filled my head, and for some reason, I let the thought remain until I passed out.

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Ethan

I shot up out of my bed as my hand shot to my chest and clutched my shirt. My entire body was coated in sweat as if I had dived into a pool. My breathing was uneven as I tried to calm down. I looked around the room to see that the sun was slowly rising. Jeez, can I catch a fucking break?

My nightmares had only gotten worse as the days went by. At least twice a week, I'd wake up in a puddle of sweat, feeling as though I had run a marathon. The worst part about them was I could never remember what they were about. I had tried to talk to a professional about them once, but there wasn't much they could do when I could barely give much detail myself. Finally evening out my breathing, I grabbed my phone that rested on the bed beside me and looked at the time.

8:00 a.m.

I had about 40 minutes to get ready, grab my things, and get to school. It was more than enough time for me, but instead of lying back down as I wished, I decided to just get up. I knew if my head hit that pillow the time would've jumped a good 20 minutes forward. I looked back down at my pillow and took its covering off, tossing it into a nearby basket.

Taking about 2 steps, my hand found its way under my shirt as I scratched at my stomach before stretching my arms out above my head. I made my way to my bathroom to quickly rinse up again. Despite showering the night before, my night sweats made them pointless as I always had to take another the following morning.