Once again, the following day I found myself waking up at the crack of dawn. I situated myself on a stool at the wooden table.
The table was scratched and scarred, the edges were sharp. Though, my fingers always ended up tracing the sharpness which the other hand was enlightened by a pencil.
I spend my days drawing, there's nothing else to do in this apartment anyways. I either draw or sit on the floor and think.
I think about the changes.
This was meant to be wasn't it?
It's how it is and how it will always be.
"Scarlet Appleyard, you have mail," a rather deep and hoarse voice yelled from outside the door, the knocks were a lot sharper that Marcus'. This sure wasn't Marcus.
Quietly, I put the pencil down on the table and stood up, the stool scuffed against the worn out carpet. I edged towards the door and placed my ear against it. I could hear the shuffling of paper and with a clear of his throat he knocked once more startling me.
"L-leave it outside," I croaked.
"Ms Appleyard, your letter claims to be urgent, therefore has to give given directly to your hands, please open the door," his accent coursed through every word that dropped out of his mouth.
"Slide the letter under the door," I demanded, feeling an uneasy feeling in my stomach.
I felt as if I was going to be sick.
"Ms Appl-"
"Go away" I demanded, my voice was sharp as my throat began to close up and the all to familiar lump began to form.
If this was a change, I don't like it. I don't want it. My eyes averted to the ground as the letter slid through and the heavy footsteps trudged off.
A sigh of relief escaped my mouth, but the rapid beating of my heart was enough to send my trembling body sliding down the door and onto the floor.
I placed my pounding head into the palm of my hands. My body broke out with a sweat as I breathed in and out slowly. My vision began to turn red as I looked around the room, I hauled myself up, using objects around me and made my way to the kitchen.
My heart felt heavy. Grabbing the mug that lay beside the sink I filled it with water. I brought the mug up to my lips and my shoulders slumped as the cold liquid calmed my nerves down.
Within my veins, was a strange feeling.
Maybe it was for a reason.
