Unfamiliar

i am not good at titles and the way I chapter everything keeps changing (aka 7)

I woke up in my closet. It was dark and dusty, so much like my 'room' when I was with him that I started to panic before kicking the door opening and falling onto the floor. The open space made my panic lessen, the light pouring in through the window seemed to make it disappear completely.

... kinda.

My hands still trembled, my knees knocked together, but I could breath and I could tell the difference between the past and the present slightly better. It wouldn't be considered a huge improvement to most people, but to me it was legendary. I had never recovered from a near panic attack so fast.

I let out a deep breath a fumbled around, trying to stand up without passing out from lack of oxygen due to my constant attacks that plauged me during the night. I decided that it would be best if I left my room and got something to eat, unfortunately I wanted to do anything but that because leaving would mean having the others confront me.

I hated confrontation.

But my stomach growled, proving just how hungry I was, and I swallowed my immense terror and slowly stepped outside of my safe space. One foot, other foot, left, right. I walked to the kitchen, making sure to be as quiet as possible before making a b-line for the fridge.

Taking a yogurt out of it - Princes yogurt because I felt rebellious - I sat on the floor and started to eat it. Why the floor? Well as a wise man once said, Chairs are for people with no imagination.

Or was that about doors? Oh well, the principle was the same and both where made out of wood.

I heard people coming and quickly dived under the table, praying that they didn't see me. They hadn't and I breathed out a silent sigh of relief.

"I feel terrible for the way I have treated him," Prince said with a semi-but-less-than-usual dramatic sigh before he fell gracefully onto a chair.

"Maybe you should apologise then," Morality muttered angrily as he practically threw himself into the chair. I liked Morality, he was cool and was never unnecessarily mean to me, but he sounded so scary when angry that I couldnt help but think of Him.

"Getting angry won't help, we need to show him that we care and that we would never hurt him," Logic said before sitting in the chair like a normal person.

(See, chairs are for people with no imagination. Like Logic.)

I listened to them talk for a little longer before finishing my yogurt and looking around for a way to get out from the kitchen without the others seeing me. I didn't want them to know that I had listened into their conversation, that would only make them angry at me.

I soon discovered that I would have to wait until they left to get out from under the table, and I had no idea how long they planned to stay their for. So I made myself comfortable, and tried to tune out their conversation.

It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be, until I accedently hit my head on the top (bottom? eh, it hurt that's all you need to know) of the table and let out a yelp of pain.

The others paused before looking under the table and I as met with three surprised faces.

"How long have you been under there?" Prince asked, almost as if he was concerned. He was probably concerned about how much I had over heard. I knew I would mess something up if I left my room.

"Uh.... five minutes before you all cane in?" I said, though it sounded more like a question die to the shakeyness of my voice.

"You have been under there for two hours! That isn't healthy, why didn't you leave from under the table. Are you okay? Does anything hurt?" Logic said worridly. That surprised me, worry was meant to be Moarlity's job not Logics.

Logic was meant to be unemotional and thoughtful, the opposite of Him.

I didn't have time to reflect on this any further as before I knew what was going on, Morality pulled me into a strong hug, although it was loose and let me know that I could leave the embrace whenever.

"We where worried when you just sunk out yesterday! I'm so glad you're okay... you are okay, aren't you?"

"I'm fine," I said although the sceptical looks thrown my way said they didn't believe me, "really, I am."

We all sat in silence after that, or the other three did and I sat with the comforting sound of my heart pounding in my chest and my breathing being steady for once. I took comfort in small things.

I stood up slowly before falling back to the floor before I could even stand properly. Oh, isn't this just wonderful -

"- my leg is dead," I quietly voiced the rest of my thoughts before sprawling myself out in the floor, resigning my self to my fate of being stuck here forever. I was doomed to never leave this kitchen due to the grave betrayal of my leg.

The others laughed at my dramatics and I internally smiled, glad that I could cheer them up. They didn't deserve to be so... unhappy, I did. That's why it was my job.

But I pulled on my mask and acted like I was okay, and it distracted then from prying into my past, long enough for me to get back o my room anyway. Which was always welcome. Yet, when I returned to my room I was more exhausted than usual, and I (un)gracefully fell onto my bed.

I lay there for hours, sleep unwilling to take me as my mind went over everything that went wrong. It was a long process, but one my mind never allowed me to skip, just in-case I forgot how much I always mess things up.

When I did finally fall asleep it was 4am and my sleep was filled with terror.

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kinda filler chapter, kinda not. eh. I don't like it but it's getting published bc I did not write anything else at all today.