It's now Tuesday afternoon. The past two days have been long and miserable. I've slept a lot and watched a lot of movies. Today, I don't feel too bad. I want to get out and do something before that changes. I get dressed, just in sweatpants and my north face, and go downstairs. It's overcast today, so it will probably be chilly, which right now I can't handle chilly. I can't think of anything to do so I just walk around. I head down to the lake and it's really windy. I sit by the water and watch the small waves crash onto the shore. Some birds circle over the water before diving down. I sit and watch for probably a half an hour. My forearm starts to get itchy and I pull my sleeve up, looking it over. My hives are back. They finally went away last night but I knew they would be back. I scratch at my arm as I stand up. I take my time as I stroll back to my apartment. Corey should be home tonight but I don't know when. And I think he'll be in a bad mood because they lost yesterday. I stop at the coffee shop on my way back and get decaf coffee. When I get home, I watch reruns of Golden Girls as I drink my coffee. It's incredibly boring to be sick, and annoying. I finish my drink and I feel nauseous again. I lay down on the couch and get comfortable. I'm not tired at the moment, but I need something to distract myself. I grab my phone and call Kayla. She answers quickly and we talk for an hour or two. When we hang up, it's four o'clock. There's a knock on my door and I hurry to open it, hoping its Corey. I sigh when I see my mom.
"Hi, Evelyn." She greets, way too happily. I let her inside and see she's carrying a bowl.
"What's that?" I ask, closing the door.
"Soup. How are your hives? Do you need something from the store? Are you tired?" She asks, grabbing my shoulders and looking me over.
"Mom I'm fine right now. I have everything I need. I'm okay." I laugh and she nods.
"Do you want me to hang out with you for a while?" She questions, taking the lid off the bowl. She digs through my drawer for a spoon and hands the soup to me.
"Mom I love you but I'm honestly not in the mood." I frown and she nods.
"I figured. That's alright. Call me if you need something." She smiles and kisses my cheek before leaving. I groan and yet again go and sit on the couch, absentmindedly eating my soup as I watch tv. I wish I had something more exciting to do, but I don't. I always get so depressed during chemo week because I feel helpless. I'm stuck in my house for a whole week just sitting on my ass. After I finish eating I have nothing to do but sleep so that's what I do, hoping I'll sleep for a really long time.
There's a sound of glass shattering that wakes me up. I assume it's the TV that was way too loud when I fell asleep so I roll over and ignore it. After laying there for a few minutes, I realize my tv isn't on anymore. I jolt up and look around the room. There's only a light on above the stove so it's pretty dark. I stand up and hurry over to the light switch, flicking it on. It takes a second to adjust to the light but when I do I get light headed. My apartment is a mess All the cupboards are open in my kitchen, various things from them thrown across the floor. The container I keep my meds in is sat by the sink. I run over and see half the pills are gone, a few on the floor. The front door to my apartment is wide open, the plant that sits outside of it knocked over, the dirt scattered across the carpet. I dart to my bedroom and almost start crying when I see it. It's completely trashed. All the stuff from my dresser is strewn across the room. My very expensive Victoria's Secret lingerie is missing. My Gucci bag, which has all of my money and stuff like that, is gone. I brace myself and grab the handle on my closet, which is where I keep my jersey collection. I have at least 40 of them and they are all real. I bite my lip and throw the door open. I freeze and fall to my knees, covering my face with my hands. Every single jersey is gone, including the signed pucks I have from various games, the signed jersey Corey gave me, and his stick. I saved all of my money for those jerseys and tickets to the games and practices to get those pucks. That's all my money down the drain. I manage to stand up and go back to my living room. All my movies are knocked off the shelf and my Xbox is gone. I feel a breeze behind me and I spin around. My window is broken, glass on the floor. I stick my head out and see there's no one in sight. I live on the second floor so someone could jump from the window if they weren't worried about breaking their ankles. I stand there and think about what just happened. Someone broke into my apartment. I was asleep the entire time. Someone was in my apartment snooping around while I was in here. I start to panic. I lose my breath as I slide down the wall and sit on the floor. I'm terrified. What if they come back? What if this was just the first round. I start to sob as "what if's" rack through my brain. I hyperventilate and realize my arms are numb. My arms go numb when I have seizures. I was too distracted to notice it before but now I do. I had a seizure in my sleep while someone stole all my damn stuff. I see my phone on the coffee table and I grab it, thankful no one took it. I unlock it and think of who I can call. I'm not calling 911 because I can't handle all the drama. I should call but I can't. Not while I'm having a panic attack. Scott and Kat live an hour away. I'm not calling my sisters or mom because they'll panic as much as I am. That only leaves one person. Corey. It's almost eleven and I don't know if he'll be home but it's worth a shot. I dial his number and wait.
"Ev!" He greets
"Corey." I sob, my entire body shaking. I break down when I hear his voice, "Corey I need you. I- My- Someone-" I stop talking, crying too hard to even make words.
"Guys, be quiet. Shh." He says, his voice muffled and far away, "Evelyn? What's wrong? Are you alright?" I don't answer him for a few minutes but I cry and hyperventilate. All the while, I can hear his voice in the background, whispering sweet things to me. After a couple minutes I finally catch my breath and the numbness in my arms goes away. I wipe my tears and sniffle.
"Corey. Are you back yet? I really need you okay?" I ask, my voice weak
"We're almost back. Probably about ten minutes. What the hell happened?" He asks back
"Just- I've been sleeping a lot. And someone broke into my apartment. All my stuff is gone Corey. Anything worth any money. I'm scared." I whisper, crying again.
"Did you call the police? Who was it?" He questions, voices in the background
"No. And no I don't know who it was. Corey I-I can't. Please just come over here when you're back." I whimper and I hear him sigh
"You have to call the police! They can get your stuff back, Ev." He says
"Corey I can't. I'm fucking scared. I will do it tomorrow okay? I didn't call you to tell me to call the police. I called you to come over here and comfort me before I break down again." I say, my voice cracking at the end.
"I'm sorry. I'll be there in like 15 minutes okay? Do you need anything?" He asks and I sigh, laying my head back against the wall.
"I just need you, Corey."
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Butterflies {Corey Crawford}
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