MISFITS- Nathan Young

Weird.

Tony finally let them inside, and the group made a beeline for the lockers. Annabelle snatched her bag from her locker and went to the stalls, ignoring the raised brows she got from Nathan and Alisha. She changed faster than usual, quickly sliding into her jeans and top. Once she was done, she went and stashed the jumpsuit in her locker and left. Her thoughts went back to Kelly earlier, talking about how she felt weird. And fuck, now that she was thinking about it... she felt weird too. Tingly and out of it, like she wasn't really in her body. Or something like that. She just knew she wanted to get home. She had work, anyway.

Once Annabelle got home, she collapsed onto her sofa with a deep sigh. Her head rested on the arm and she just closed her eyes. God, her head hurt. She took a second before standing and she walked over to the bathroom, rummaging around the cabinet for a minute before she pulled out a bottle of paracetamol. "There ya are.." She murmured with a relieved sigh as she poured two of the little pills into her palm. She turned the tap on and leaned down to slurp up a bit of the water before taking the pills into the mouth.

Once she was done with that, she moved to her bedroom and got changed into her work clothes. A nice change from the orange jumpsuit she'd been wearing all day. It was a white button-up with a black apron wrapped around her and matching black trousers. As Annabelle tied the apron behind her, she let her eyes drift down to her feet. When she glanced up to look in the mirror, suddenly the wall was gone. Well. Not gone, per say, but it was see-through. She could see into the flat next to her, the shitty old furniture of the middle-aged man who lived there. "What the fuck?" She muttered to herself, blinking. Once. Twice. Three times. The wall was back. Annabelle's brows furrowed. "I think I'm losin' it..." She murmured, finishing up the knot and smoothing the apron down as she looked herself over in the mirror. She tied her hair up into a bun then gave herself a satisfied nod.

With that, she grabbed her keys back as she walked out the front door, locking it behind her before heading off down the street. It wasn't a long walk, only around fifteen minutes if she walked fast enough. She luckily enough lived in a nicer part of town, which made the walk much more peaceful too. Normally she just stuck her headphones in and went on her way. She'd left one out today, for some reason. Just had the gut feeling to, she supposed. She reached the little restaurant she worked at- a small but busy place that was owned by a family friend. Which was why she was able to continue working even after her stupid sentence of community service. It was nice. She had enough money for bills, and always had some leftover for herself.

As she grabbed the handle to walk inside, a little noise made her pause. She reached into her pocket to press pause on her iPod, causing Lady Gaga's 'Poker Face' to stop. Annabelle looked off to the side. It was quiet for a second. Then the sound happened again. A little 'mew', coming from beside the building. Her hand fell from the door and her brows furrowed. The young woman walked over towards the alleyway, looking around the trashcans a bit. Then her eyes landed on it. A tiny ball of black fur, peering up at her with big green eyes. "Oh," Annabelle whispered. "Hello..." Her hand slowly came out to let the little thing sniff her, but it tensed up and hissed before darting off.

Annabelle blinked slowly and tucked her hand back into her pocket. Poor thing had probably been scared by the storm. She pursed her lips a bit, not feeling exactly right about leaving the poor kitten outside, but she didn't know where it had run off to. So with a sigh, she turned around and made her way back into the restaurant.