Dear Writer, - The Fooo Conspiracy (Felix Sandman)

8: Butterfiles

-Linnea-

I knock on the door outside hoping Bea hasn't left to bed yet.

"Bea? Can I please come home? It is freezing outside."

I hear footsteps rummaging around creating a fuss while something falls to the ground like as if a dogs nails were scratching against the floor in a rush.

"Have you learnt anything?" she says opening the door a crack.

"I learnt not to forget your coffee. I am really sorry I won't even think about it next time."

"No, you had the coffee, I could smell it on you! You drank it." She threw her arms up.

I didn't drink anything of hers but there is no way I am going to tell her anything that really happened. She would tear a strip off of me if she found out I was at a boys house.

"Yes, I am sorry, I won't drink it again." By now I am shivering, there is not an ounce of body heat attached to my body, the cold winds have flooded them away a while ago leaving me bare and outside until three in the morning.

"Well I guess you can come." She shrugs and opens the door.

As soon as I sweep in the heat is almost painful, my muscles loosen from their tense state and I can finally slow down my shivering which was a lot worse than I thought once I was sitting still in the small entrance of the house.

I take off my outer layer of clothing which was just as cold as the night and made my way towards the kettle to war water for myself.

"So you have the nerve to drink my coffee and now make yourself tea?"

I am about to reach my tipping point, my blood is just staring to thaw from our the hours that I slept outside.

"I don't know who you think you are telling me this as if I am just a child who cannot watch herself."

My voice shook not sounding as sincere as I had hoped originally.

"I am sixteen years old and I am capable of using a kettle, and as for the coffee if you want one go fucking fetch it yourself!" My eyes water from speaking with so much emotion, my fingers shake as I am terrified to speak to her this way but she doesn't care at all about me why should I care anymore?

I turned around to pour the hot water into a glass and leave without saying another word to her. She didn't return with any sort of remark or even dare to rest her eyes on me.

*.*.*.*

When I wake in the morning my alarm clock reads 5:59. One minute before it is told to scream at me, I don't choose to turn it off however, I simply stare at it waiting for the moment to come. Although it never counted seconds I knew it was only a matter of time before I ran out of silence.

Suddenly it changes the sequence of lights and all new numbers appears and the alarm belts through my room.

My back tenses even though I knew to expect this to happen. Why does this surprise me? I sit up and lean over the edge of the lilac bedding over my legs. I am definatly sick judging by the spinning floor and the fact that my head was pounding from a head ache.

Most people hated Mondays because it was back to school but I only had some volunteer work I could do today which makes today a lot easier.

I drag my feet before my washroom vanity, my face looks beat.

"Ugh... I need a shower..." my eyes crunch up from my lack of hygiene.

Lucky Bea has already left for work and I don't have to worry about her disturbing me.