Aren't you scared of becoming a slave to freedom?
As a 17 year old girl whose mother abused her, Naomi has never known what freedom is, only dreamt of it. But now it's her only constant thought. For her, freedom slowly becomes a drug, something she...
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Sitting in bed is getting really depressing now. What I need is a different space and maybe something to munch on.
I get up and quietly walk downstairs to the kitchen. We were thankfully able to stock up on snacks, other delicious foods and drinks. As it turned out there really is enough food, to the point where everyone can actually take ten of everything.
I grab a bowl, a packet of sweets and barbeque potato chips, and mix them into the bowl. I take a seat on the island in the kitchen and start munching on my goodies while staring at random objects.
My eyes fall on a dirty glass in the sink. Which is weird because I washed the dishes before heading to bed and I was the last one to sleep. Did I forget to wash it or something?
"Naomi?" A groggy deep voice calls out, scaring the life out of me. I turn towards the stairs and see Raphael walking towards me in his gray pyjamas. His hair is messy and he has a dried tear trail coming out of his left eye. He rubs his eyes and comes to sit next to me at the island.
I look at him, and silently push my bowl of goodies towards him. He stops rubbing his eyes and looks at the bowl then looks back up at me, his eyes still full of sleep. He looks back at the bowl and grabs two sweets then stands up and leaves without a word.
Did I do something wrong? Maybe he had just come down to check what or who was making noise in the kitchen. I shrug my shoulders and continue to mindlessly eat my goodies.
A few minutes later I hear a creak by the stairs, I lazily turn my head towards the sound expecting there to be nothing. To my surprise, I see Raphael walking down the stairs and towards the lounge with blankets and pillows. What?
I frown lightly and munch on my snack while looking at him arrange the pillows and blankets on the sofa. After arranging them he sits down, switches on the TV and starts searching for something.
A movie poster with a panda and some other animals pops up on the TV. It's written 'Kung Fu Panda'. So it's about a panda that can do kung fu? That sounds kind of boring.
While I'm still trying to figure out what type of movie is about to play, I see Raphael's head turn towards me in my peripheral view. I quickly turn to look at him and I find him looking at me with sleepy eyes.
He's actually kind of cute when he's like this. It makes him seem like a squishy plushie. A squishy plushie with beautiful emerald eyes. A small smile makes its way onto my lips.
"...omi?". "Naomi?" Raphael calls. I snap out of my thoughts and see him looking at me quizzically. I shake my head embarrassed by my own thoughts. He looks at me for a few more moments while I do my best to avoid his gaze and instead focus on my bowl of goodies, which is now empty. Great.
"Well? Are you coming or what?" He asks. A 'huh?' slips out of my mouth before I can stop it. Raphael smiles lightly. "You coming to watch this movie with me or would you rather go back to being bored and sleepless?" He asks, sounding slightly amused.
