An Innocent Mistake (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 14

I sit on the wobbly bed, like it would collapse at anytime. I slowly bring my legs over following the other one. My butts encumber the middle of the bed, causing anything to slide to the middle. The room is sweltering hot with no ventilation. But on the ceiling there is a fan, in a good condition.
At least there is something good, I think.
I don't know how to turn it on. A short hanging pull chain is high up and I am not that tall to pull it. If I jump to make a reach for it, it would make a creaky sound on the floorboard, and I am not in a mood of making any evoking sound. So I forget about it.
I pull out Tessie from the bag. She is the only one who is along with me venturing. I never want her to go through this, but perhaps she might have understood that life has up and downs and it is best if you accept it.It is my avid mind that makes me speak for her in place of her permanent silence.
For about a little while I spent my time with Tessie. Then dive my head in the pillow, which is very soft to cover up my relaxation. But I am lacking a sheet as a blanket to pull over. Then think how spoiled I am in luxury conveniences that I am starting to feel empty without them. Like deserted in the middle of nowhere, with no support. If Julia has to adjust with all this, it wouldn't probably been that bad. She would have almost felt the same.
Maybe I have to teach myself for how to camouflage into new color. Chameleons were the best creature ever to be created. They are naturally amazing. I learned about them in school in science class. Even watched a video on their habitat. Why can't some people be like them, or probably I am not from one of them if there are any.
I embrace Tessie in my arms and head to close my eyes.
Next morning, I am not aware of how the day has brightened. The room is consisted of blanched walls, and behind the small curtained window, I find it is covered by plywood. From the gap, I peek out with my right eye. The sky is gray, warning for a downpour. And the shine was absent.
Oh no, I mutter quietly. I don't like wet days. They clogged the sense of excitement. It's all a world of thick moistened air and soggy hands and feet. Yuck. I am not in a mood to experience the monotonous day.
I rinse my mouth since there was no toothpaste to brush teeth. It explains well how Ragenite has pair of grim teeth showing through her peek of open smile. And wash my flawed face. Hair are frizzy from the ponytail, like they are needed to be pushed back. So I loosen my hair from the band, and swiftly clamp them back in one neat look.
The light of the room is still lit up from the last night I have forgotten to turn it off. But it hasn't been shocking bright to ruin my sleep overnight. I go downstairs, and meet the place biting to death quietness. I give a few worrying shots around, anticipating Ragenite to show up from any side. But I realize that she isn't home currently.
At the table, I notice a bowl topped with a saucer plate. I go and slide aside the plate, finding cornflakes soaked in milk.
Ragenite must have put it here for me, I think. Then I stumble on finding a note folded in half tucked under the bowl. I carefully take it into my hands and unfold it. I read, "Went for grocery, will be back soon." The handwriting is very sloppy like Ragenite. I mostly fight looking at the lines curving to form irregular shape of letters. Apart from that, the pressure of the pen nib was deeply dug that at some places it poked tiny holes among the words.
I fold it and place it back on the table. Then grab the chair out and sit to eat the cereal. The chewing noise alerts me to keep my eyes wide open to watch out for any extra movement. I am being fed up with creepiness spooking me and sending goosebumps throughout my skin. I am afraid to be alone in the houses, and worse when it is some stranger's house.
The spoon quivers in my hand as I near it to my open mouth. I somehow couldn't resign the mischievous terror playing in my veins. Due to that I don't get to finish the cereal in the bowl and leave it dry on the table. I kick out from the chair and stroll around for a bit. The packing loneliness is still hovering and touching around my spine, making me feel scared. So I think to survey the house, to pull out of that mind. I first decide to look for the kitchen. As I continue looking at the place, I find that there is more inside. Beside the locked room that shows only the front. The kitchen is situated down in a narrow alley which had a wall built across from it.
I pass in through the fairly enough space. The kitchen looks abandoned with no good supplies to give it a furnished appearance. Few cooking spoons hang on the hook under the cabinets near the sink and limited number of pots and pans are put in the bottom cabinets upon checking. And some spices in plastic jars are gathered in one drawer. Beside that, hardly any other kitchen items fill the residue cabinets.
Something I don't realize when I enter in, that the air is dense and stifling. I choke on the heat penetrating in my throat from the oven, which is perhaps lit up with a small flame. It has made the whole oven hot. Immediately I course my way out and fan myself out of panic.
Whew!
I catch some fresh air and feel better.
Then my temptation grows toward the locked room. There could be some way I can open that up. But how? There is a lock on the door. But I discover that the lock isn't locked. It is dangling open. I go for it and had merely touch, that the front door suddenly flings open and grim creaking of hinges aghast me. I instantly wince away from the last growing reach.
At the middle of opened door, stands Ragenite clutching on to grocery bags, which presses into her weak fingers. She glances around and stops at me. "Hey, what are you doing there? Get away from that door."
I back away even farther, looking at the door inquisitively.

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