The Macabre ➸ Psycho C.R.

《10》

-Darcie-

I woke up hearing light drops of rain hitting against the window behind my bed. I stretched, rolling onto my front and squinting as a small stream of sunlight poured into my eyes.

Soon remembering that I wasn't in the comfort of my own home, I sat up against the headboard and rubbed my neck, which ached from the position I had been sleeping in.

Yawning, I moved myself around and pushed up off of the bed so I was standing. As I balanced myself, I turned to the small clock on the dressing table which read 11:43.

I raised my eyebrows in suprised to myself as I yawned again, remembering that Chandler had gone out, leaving me to sleep in. I walked outside the door, and I noticed a slip of paper taped up to the door across the hall from mine- Chandler's room.

I took it off, holding it in my left hand whilst I used my right to rub the sleep out of my eyes.

D,
I'm leaving at 8:30 so if you're not up already, read this.
I've got your phone. Your pills are on the counter in the kitchen. I've taken the rest with me so you don't do anything stupid.
You know where all the food is.
We'll probably be back by midday...don't go in my room.

"We?" I knew he was picking someone up from the airport, but I didn't think he'd bring them here...whilst I'm here. Did he trust me that much?

A growl from my stomach caused me to frown and I made my way down to the kitchen. Filling up a glass with water, I took my pills with a sip of it, and put the glass down. As I gulped the water down, I noticed that, as usual, the doors and windows were all locked to some degree, shutters over the larger windows.

I've never been one to be immensely hungry in the morning, so I grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and ate it as I made my way back upstairs.

Walking into the bathroom, I left the half eaten apple on the side of the sink, and took off my sweatpants and vest top to get into the shower.
I took the band out of my hair so that I could wash it once I got in the shower- it was still frizzy, but starting to become greasy at the top.

Before I got into the shower, I looked down at my body and sighed at the sight of my stomach which took the form of a slight spare tyre. My fists clenched slightly as my eyes ran over the self inflicted scars on my stomach.

I pulled my thighs back so they no longer touched at the top, and sucked my stomach in, only to laugh at myself. Rachel was right. I sighed. You're not hot enough.

Shaking off my negitive thoughts, I stepped into the large shower, sliding the glass door back across and twisted the tap. I heard the water flow through the pipes, and closed my eyes as it came out of the faucet.

As soon as the water covered my hair and soaked my body, I let out a squeal, shuffling backwards and jumping out of the shower. As the freezing cold water dripped from my hair to my shoulders, I shivered, taking a towel out of the cupboard behind me and wrapping it around myself.

"Shit shit shit." I shivered, my teeth chattering as I dried my feet on the mat on the floor. "Crap." I muttered, remembering that Chandler always had to turn on the hot water before I could shower.

Trembling slightly, I made my way out of the bathroom and down the stairs to the hall, where I stopped. "Boiler boiler boiler." I repeated, keeping one hand holding the towel up and the other rubbing up my arm to try and warm them up as goosebumps formed.