stuck

Chapter 3

"Aunt Meredith? I'm home!" I slam the door shut behind me, heading into the kitchen.

The realization filled my face after remembering that she took on more shifts at the hospital. Sighing lightly, I start pulling out the ingredients to make lunch for myself.

I never understood how people would eat lunch and dinner so early in the day. I had only snacked during our break so my stomach was rumbling, and by the time I was done making the pasta, I was starving.

Thankfully, I knew how to take care of myself, so I didn't have to order food all the time. I plop down on the couch with my plate, grabbing the remote to open up Netflix.

Selecting 'Criminal Minds' yet again I started rewatching the series. Before I knew it, my plate was empty, my stomach full.

After washing my plate and cleaning up after myself I sat back on the couch, this time in silence.

Thinking about the events of the day, my mind wandered to Blake. I wondered why he was mad. Strange boy.

I then started thinking about my friends, and how much I really missed them. I smiled softly to myself at the stories they all told us, getting up I head towards the piano thinking of what to play.

I lost myself in the music, and when I was done, I felt some wetness on my cheeks. Were those- was I crying? Wiping the tears off of my face, I headed upstairs to my room and pulled out a book to read.

Ever since I could remember, I never dealt with my sadness properly, always distracting myself with something and trying to move on. I now realize how bad it is for my health- especially since the nightmares have been getting worse.

I get less and less sleep every day, it's a wonder I haven't collapsed yet from lack of rest. Feeling myself drift off, I placed the book on my nightstand and snuggle into my covers.

I wake up the next morning, sighing before entering the bathroom. It's getting closer and closer to the date of her death. I look at myself in the mirror, seeing something behind me I turn. I find nothing. I turn back and see her, rubbing my eyes, I look at the mirror and find nothing. Again.

Continuing with my daily routine, I wash my face and brush my teeth, heading downstairs after getting dressed. I enter the kitchen looking for my aunt, today was supposed to be her day off. Finding no one there, I go to check the living room. Huh. That's strange? I couldn't find her anywhere.

I then decided to go upstairs to look for my phone. I enter the room and see it on my nightstand, charging. I text my aunt and she replies almost instantly.

'I'm sorry.'

[trigger warning; mention of suicide]

That's what the text said. What did she mean by that? The worst scenarios started playing in my head and I start rushing to her room. She was on the floor of her bathroom. Looking just like how Sarah did when I found her.

Oh my god- oh my god no this can't be happening. I fall to my knees beside her and cradle her head in my lap.

"You said you wouldn't leave me! Why'd you do it? Why doesn't anybody want me? Please, please be okay." I sob hysterically as she lays there, bleeding out.

This time I wake up in a cold sweat, gasping for air, tears rolling down my face. I immediately get up and head to my aunt's room.

Opening the door slowly, I find her sleeping in her bed. She's okay. She's safe.

I let out a breath of relief and go to join her in bed. Crawling under the covers I fall asleep quickly, surrounded by familiar scents of citrus.

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