Who's that knocking on my door?

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Being back in my own bed felt so much better, surroundings that I was used to. Hopefully being back here meant that things would go back to normal. I missed my mother though, things couldnt be fully normal without her here.

I felt it was time to to outside and try get myself into a good routine. After sleeping a whole night, not remembering any bad dreams I woke up at 8am and went for a shower. I was feeling better instantly, like i was washing away all they bad memories.

As I stepped out the shower I reached for my towel but it wasnt there. I heard laughter and felt myself go dizzy and start to loose my balance. After getting my balance back I seen the towel was sitting where I left it. Things will get better over time i kept telling myself.

I went into my room and picked out leggings and a jumper, clothes i felt comfortable in, but still looked okay! I dried my hair and then let it down and done basic make up.

Looking in the mirror i felt happier, i didnt look such a mess anymore. I managed to eat some toast and have a drink and i felt i was bursting with energy. I had tablets to take and i took them without any rejection. Things were going good.

I wasnt sure what i was going to do today, but fresh air i was desperate for! It was dry outside, not too cold, sun was shining so i went a walk to the park. I noticed a boy looking over to me smiling so i looked back to him smiling back

He came over and introudced himself, his name was Cameron. He seemed lovely, he was good company and easy to talk to. We spoke for hours and i was feeling greatm, like none of that other stuff even happened.

We went to get an ice-cream from the ice cream van that rarely came, but when i turned around to hand him his he was gone.

'Cameron!' I shouted out, hoping to find him.

He had just dissapeared, he was nowhere in sight, how could he go so fast?