My fingers scratched at the wall that was placed beside my bed. The wall paper was beginning to tear off.
It had been 2 days since I've eaten, my body felt weak. I sat up, instantly feeling the jolt of a migraine. My vision felt as if it were getting darker.
Slowly, throwing my feet onto the hard carpet I trudged towards the kitchen where I pulled out a piece of bread and began buttering it. The swifts of my wrists were slow and my eyes were drooping.
The same sharp knocking that I heard almost a week ago echoed through the apartment.
"Ms Appleyard, please open the door" his voice wasn't sharp like the last time, it was softer, but it was still clear with the edginess.
I let my feet shuffle along the floor as I stood outside the door.
"No"
"Scarlet, believe me, it'll be best to just come out of there" my eyes wondered around the scars on the wooden door.
"Who are you?" My voice was quiet and content.
"My names Ashton, I'm the new doorman"
That's why he's always here.
"I need you to please open the door" he called.
"Go away" I repeated once what I said last week.
"Scar-"
"Leave me alone" my voice roared leaving me in a coughing state.
I could once again hear his feet trudge away down the hall.
I let out a shaky breath and grabbed my bread and sat down at my stool.
Last night I had finished my sketch and taped it to the wall. Like I always did. I looked in front of me, where hundreds of sketches were taped, many overlapped each other but they didn't bother me.
I pulled out a fresh piece of paper, and grabbed my small pencil. The pencil itched the paper with every line I drew.
It was a cold day today. The wind gushed in through the open window. I valued the cold weather. It made me feel numb inside and bearable. I was able to think clearer and breath properly.
I gnashed my teeth at the end of the pencil as I thought. It was unusual for me to have to think about what to draw.
I always knew.
