Phonophobia [RE-WRITTEN & EDITED] 📗

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Abigail's POV

I sighed for the millionth time today as I rolled on my bed. I'm so bored. It's been two days since I had an episode at the bakery and Gabrielle won't let me work in the shop. She says I need to rest for at least three days.

"It'll help soothe your mind and keep your thoughts in check," She said after driving me back to my apartment.

But the bakery is the only thing that helps me soothe my mind. Working in the kitchen with the lovely new mixer and getting an employee discount is the best!

I sigh again as I roll over facing the ceiling. I blink at the creamy wall as if there was something extraordinary about it. It would look good if I painted sprinkles on it; that way, it would look like vanilla ice cream—a ceiling of infinite ice cream.

I giggle as I imagine the ice cream coming to life and absorbing me.

"That's silly." I chastise myself, shaking my head.

My eyes travel to the clock in my room, and I groan in annoyance when it is not even noon. I wish I could just fall asleep and wake up tomorrow night.

As I continued staring at the ceiling, it made me start to crave ice cream. I narrow my eyes at the ceiling and point a finger at it.

"You caused this," I told it and on cue, my stomach grumbled.

I begrudgingly forced myself to sit up and move my butt to the kitchen. I was going to eat some ice cream as I read my copy of Beautiful Creatures, and after that, I'd prepare something light for a late lunch, but I completely forgot that I had to go grocery shopping because the only thing I had in my fridge was almost expired milk and eggs.

"Aw come on!" I exclaimed as I took out an empty tub of Rocky Road from the freezer.

Why did I even put it back in there in the first place?

I pinch the bridge of my nose as I keep in my frustration. I'm so fed up with life right now that I can chug the whole gallon of milk and get drunk from consuming too much dairy. I smile at the thought. That sounds fun maybe I should–

"No, Baybi, get it together!" I scold myself as I close the fridge and chuck the empty ice cream tub into the trash bin. "Is there such thing as too much dairy though?" I mutter to myself as I go to grab my earbuds and grocery bag.

~*~

I kick a pebble as I walk on the sidewalk watching as it flies way higher than I had intended and hits a cat, startling it.

My eyes widen as the owner looks up in confusion and I immediately look away.

I'm sorry. I apologize internally before speeding away.

The sun was alarmingly hot today, and I thank goodness that my crop top was black or else I'll be embarrassed when someone sees me sweating buckets. It's also my favorite crop top because it's a halter crop that has sleeves attached to the bodice. And because it was one of many gifts from Gabi.

I was lost in a debate going on in my head on whether to buy Neapolitan ice cream or Mint Chocolate. Too lost that I was almost shaved away by a car.

"Jesus!" I gasped, moving back so fast that I tripped and planted my butt on the ground. "Ugh, my tailbone." I moan out.

I could hear the screeching of the car through my earbuds as it stopped. My heart pumped at an alarming rate as my eyes looked for scratches on the expensive-looking car.

The red looks so pretty. I thought until I saw the driver's door open.

I immediately pull out one of my buds and try to get up.