Enchanted

Fights

Elizabeth's POV

I tiptoed through the hallways, trying to not wake my parents up. I successfully entered my room with no trouble at all. Thank God. I eat the apple as fast as I could. After I had finished I jumped down on my bed, letting my sleep take over

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"Elizabeth, wake up" my mother said, shaking me to wake me up.
"Five more minutes" I mumble sleepily.
"Only five" she says, kissing my forehead and leaving the room.

I sit up straight after my mom leaves the room. I rubbed my eyeballs, hoping that that would wake me up more. In the other room I hear my mom and dad fighting- more quietly this time. Probably to not wake me up. I crept to the door.

"Work? Again? You've been working all day and night! It's like you don't even live here anymore" I hear my mom say to my dad.

"Well, if I didn't work, than how will I be able to keep this house going?! Plus at least I have a job."

    "Being an artist is a job! At least I stay at home to be closer to Elizabeth! Do you even know anything about out daughter?"

   Tears started forming in my eyes. Ever since last year, he's been gone all day and night. I quickly wiped my blue eyes with my sleeve. I hear more fighting, and finally the front door closing loudly. I came out of my bedroom to find mom making breakfast. The air filled with bacon and eggs.

    "Good morning" my mom says to me. It wasn't in her cheery voice that she always talked to me with. And Mary.

    "Good morning, mom. Is dad off to work again?"
   
   "Yeah" mom said emotionlessly.

   We ate breakfast in silence. After we had finished I asked her if I could go to the woods. She told me that I could.

   I grabbed my notebook and my phone, and climbed out my bedroom window. Yeah, unusual way of going out, but I just felt more adventurous that way. I went into the woods.

    I went to my usual spot, where a bundle of trees were close together to form a circle in the center. I sat down at the swing that my father made for me when I was five years old. It felt like ages ago, even though It had only been 8 years ago. I giggle at the memory. Now he acts like I don't even exist.

    It's weird when you think of something sad and cry, and think of all the other sad things that have ever happened in your life and just cry even more. I pull my knees to my face and start crying uncontrollably.

    I heard footsteps. I immediately froze. What was that? My heart started racing. All thoughts came into my mind. What if it's a murderer? No, it's probably only mom. It might just be an animal. No, no, no....

    I lift my head up the slightest bit.

    I gulped. "Who's there?" I yell.

    "Me" someone had said behind me.
   

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Hello guys! I know that there's like literally no one reading my story but anyways, this chapter is a bit longer that the last chapter. I hope you enjoyed it (if there are readers at all) I'll update tomorrow 😘