Fallen

+ Chapter Four

What's the point of sleeping if I'm going to wake up feeling as if I didn't sleep at all? is the first thought I have when I wake up.

I unwillingly get out of bed. The absence of my duvet causes goosebumps to form on my bare arms and legs. It probably wasn't a good idea to fall asleep in boxers knowing that the weather is freezing. My toes are cold, but I am too lazy to put on some socks. The whole room is bright with sunlight, too bright, but it feels gloomy. It's probably some time in the early afternoon or something. I wouldn't be surprised considering I couldn't fall asleep until around five in the morning.

I get to my bedroom door and open it slowly, just in case I find Phil leaning against it again. He isn't there. That means he still isn't back.

I go to the bathroom before going down stairs. In the mirror, I see that my hair is a tangled, curly mess at the top of my head. My dark circles are darker than ever and my skin looks dull. I don't think I have ever looked so tired.

I sigh as I finally make my way down. I manage to trip on the last step. I fall and get a rug burn on one of my knees. My stomach growls loudly at the same time.

"Fantastic," I groan.

I guess now that Phil is gone my bad luck has returned.

Once in the kitchen, I get out a bowl, a spoon, a practically empty box of cereal, and milk. Like any normal person, I pour the cereal before the milk. I notice the foul smell once it is already too late. A huge spoon full of cereal is already in my mouth when I notice that the milk has gone bad, really bad. The milk reeks and I see small white chunks in my bowl. Immediately, I cough and spit the food from my mouth into the sink. It tastes like death.

"Bloody hell!" I yell as I begin to rinse out my mouth.

How did I not notice the rotten milk?

I open the fridge and look for something, anything, to get the horrendous taste out of my mouth. I see a carton of orange juice and quickly open it. I tilt it up to chug some of it down, but nothing comes out. It's fucking empty! I let out a frustrated sigh as I throw the empty carton in the bin. I continue to search, but I find nothing. I give up after a minute or two. Instead, I search for something else I can eat. I search for eggs, fruit, vegetables, anything edible. Again, I find nothing good.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!"

I grunt as I stomp my way back up to my room. I change it to some skinny jeans, a jumper, and my shoes. I guess I'm going to have to go to the store.

After I brush me teeth, I walk through the living room and see Phil's knife on the coffee table. 'I need you to promise me that you're not going to leave your apartment until I get back. It is very dangerous out there for you,' Phil's words run through my head. I roll my eyes, but pick it up. I grab my backpack that is nearby and carefully place it in there. I'll take it with me just in case something happens. I doubt it will.

I start to head out. Outside, the sun is continuously blocked by passing clouds. Some of the clouds are dark. I hope it doesn't rain again.

It doesn't take long for me to come across the place where the pavement forks. The right side leads through the park. The left side goes all the way around the park. My stomach growls as I try to decide which path to take. If I go to the left, it will take me twice as long to get to the grocery store. If I go to the right, I'll get there in half of the time, but I'll be in potential danger. I decide to go to the right since I have the knife with me and I'm starving. Phil will kill me himself if he finds out what I'm doing.

Since the weather is pretty chilly, there aren't many people at the park. That makes me feel better. I try to walk as fast as I can. Halfway through, I start to hear someone shouting.