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The first time someone wouldn't pay attention to me because of a certain newborn, I was furious. So furious in fact, I ended up scribbling "Regarde moi chienne" all over freshly painted walls of our new home with permanent marker. You...
It took me an hour to get myself situated. I pitied myself.
After wiping my face of any proof that I had just broken down, I stood to my feet steadily, and immediately went into my en-suite to take a scorching shower.
Anything to rid my mind of my own thoughts. After scrubbing my body that left my skin a blazing red, wishing it would somehow magically get rid of any sign of vulnerability, I stepped out of the shower hastily.
I didn't want to face anyone in the suite right now.
I feel ashamed of myself, even though I doubt Kat and Nic have any insight on what had happened.
I did. I knew and I wished more than anything that I would forget.
I should have acted as if I slipped and fell in the shower. Amnesia sounds better than anything right now, I thought to myself as I mindlessly got dressed for yet another day.
After doing my usual morning routine, I contemplate whether I should stay in my room all day.
But I want coffee. I need it.
Okay, well jumping out of the window is always still an option.
Shaking my head profusely, I gulp down any and all hesitation as I quickly open my bedroom door.
The door that separated me from reality. From a certain problem I was positive wouldn't go away on it's own.
The last thing I expected was to trip and almost face plant into the wall right when I took a step out of my room.
Cursing to myself, I scowl at nothing in particular.
I looked like a psycho person who was trying to get away from some kind of creature at their feet by the way I was hopping on one foot while rubbing my other--now sore one.
My eyebrows indistinctly raised when I looked down at a large white rectangular box.
"What the hell?" Mumbling under my breath, I pick up the light box and stare at it.
After looking both ways down the hall, I rushed back into my room.
I tossed the box on my bed without a thought.
With my arms rested on my hips, I cock my head to the size, examining it.
What? Why wouldn't Nic just hand it to me personally? Or maybe it's from Kat--probably some kind of inside joke.
I bit my lower lip for a second before gripping onto the box once more.
"Why am I thinking so much? It's a fucking box, Adalyn," I hissed at myself aloud.
Before I knew what I was doing, the box was open, revealing light purple tissue paper.
With shaky hands, I pushed aside the tissue paper to look at the mysterious gift.
It was a thick fabric--the material black--a piece of clothing.
Rested on the wool fabric was a white piece of paper, almost like a blank postcard.
In precise handwriting, there were seven simple words followed by an overbearing smiley face.
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