Our Spark

Sleep

NARRATOR'S POV:

Evelyn was sitting on a water fountain, listening to the birds surrounding her, then she looked up and saw Emily running towards her.
She stopped in front of her and was getting her breath back.
"Don't let her get to you," she assured, "She's always like that!"
Evie didn't know whether she would be able to handle it. If Mrs Jamie was always going to be like that, than she knew she would probably end up having another emotional burst.
"I need time to think," she told Emily.
Then, Emily nodded her head and went away.
Evelyn had loved his grand property so much, but she knew she'd end up somewhere she wouldn't want to be if she stayed. She had to find Andrew and Josh, to tell them that she wanted to leave.
She stood up and started walking towards the building again, whilst she felt tears start to appear in the corner of her eyes. She knew that she wanted to help herself, and she really wanted to be able to get herself, and her power in control, but it wasn't possible for it to happen here. Evie saw another building, behind the main one. She went towards it in curiosity. When she had reached it, she could see that it was not as beautiful as everything else on this property. It was made of grey stone, like the wall that was marking the boundary of the property.
Evelyn started debating with herself whether to go inside or not.
She ended up telling herself that it could end up with its own benefits if she did go in, so she went forth.
Evie opened the heavy door, and quietly tip-toed into the first room that was provided.
She could barely see a thing in the dark place, but it was bright enough for her to move as freely as possible.
When her eyes had recovered from the effects of going from a bright environment, to a dark room, she saw that the building was not much bigger than the jail cell she was in before, and that there was a smaller room in the corner, which was almost like another jail cell, but more cozy.
Then, she saw the bed within it, and remembered how tired she was.
She thought to herself that she should probably just go to her room, and sleep off all of her stress and anger over night, but she decided to stay.
For a second, she didn't mind the look of the room that she had walked into, she didn't care about the comfort of the bed that she had climbed in, she just knew that she was tired, and before anything else, all the weight in her head had fallen into the mattress and she drifted off to sleep.