My heart clenched almost painfully, the familiar feeling of bile rising in throat came back for the hundredth time.
What the fuck was that?
Some many questions clouded my thoughts and I swallowed them with another sip of tea. After he left I gathered myself somehow and made a hot beverage to calm my racing heart.
Am I crazy?
How did Luke manage to escape? I made a mental note to phone the police station and check if he's still there.
Right now I sat in my bed, all the windows and doors locked. But that couldn't calm my nerves considering he managed to get through a locked door.
Thoughts swam in my mind, some of them questioned myself.
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"I'm worried about you" My mother placed the back of her hand on my sweaty forehead.
"I am fine" I smiled and tried not to choke on a sob as it failed to escape. Feeling like a frog in my throat.
All I could think about was that night, every day, every minute, every second. It occupied my every move, I felt like I permanently had a pair of hands strangling me.
My eyes stayed locked on the few moles that dotted my forearm, I joined them with an invisible line. They formed Luke's face, or maybe I'm making that up.
I can't tell the difference between reality and dreams. Or should I say nightmares?
"Esmee I've never seen you like this, he's not here. You don't need to worry" She retreated her hand, almost like she was scared of me. That makes two of us.
"You don't need to worry, right" I repeated her words, she nodded and gathered her bag. I just noticed the sky darkened to a dusky purple and vibrant pink. The sun had just begun to sink into the horizon.
"I'll check on you everyday, answer my calls please" My Mum pulled my frigid body into her warm one, arms quickly encased me but then left as quick as they had came.
"Will do" Without an "I love you" she swept outside the house and into her little black car.
I closed the door, shutting her out just like she had done with me.
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fun fact: i listened to the high school musical 1 soundtrack whilst writing this.
