Bulletproofed *On Hold*

Chapter seven

Hello my sweeties. I hold you still happy to read this story and I will try to make this chapter a little longer and more fun as its about to reach its climax. I hope you guys enjoy really.

Ily✨

Mia Rose's POV.

Moving out or into a new country, town or city. House or community is never easy.

Getting to learn new faces and forgetting new ones. Adjusting to a lifestyle. Even though you paid to live where your living the saying if in Rome do like the Romans. Still applies.

Its funny though. Lucky for me I think. We moved into a new house in the same neighbourhood and same town. Just closer to our school and to civilisation.

And if I had to choose which house I loved more. You guessed it. The isolated one. It had it's days but now the roles have swapped. I have less happy days.

But today was one of those days I couldn't bring myself to waking up and my dad and Amelia went room shopping together.

Anastasia decided to prepare a late lunch to give me time to find it somewhere in this dark hole to escape. And also because my dad and Amelia were running late.

Waking up wasn't the problem it was part of the symptoms. Its like wanting to get out but you can't see the light or where to hold. So you start feeling around you. Taking careful steps not to trigger anything.

I was still in bed. The morning was good. They are always good. But when I got up and my feet missed the moment. Stepping into the shower and just watching clear waters wash at my feet.

I had changed back into my sleep wear and went back to bed. Amelia tried waking me up but all I said was dad. Because I knew he'd explain and then she'd understand.

Funny enough I don't remember anything triggering my memory. We had all fallen asleep in the TV room and woke up when Ruby's phone went off.

Her mother needed her for something so she left and Amelia and I cleaned the room and while doing that Ash had called to tell me Marcel was coming to visit.

I was so happy. Finally

Then because we all were tired and not that hungry everyone went to bed. I had woken up as usually but something in the back of my mind decided today would be the day I feel miserable.

Well because it just wanted to and maybe it thought I was too happy and that's not my life works. I don't know.

What I was feeling is like being smashed on the floor and then assembled again and when I look good enough. I'm smashed again so more pieces would break and I was sitting in the audience. Tied to a chair.

I was priceless honestly. I couldn't say what I was feeling in a one worded emotion.

It wasn't pain. It just felt like it. I wasn't sadness it only over took me. It wasn't depression that was healable. It was an emotion I could feel on my finger tips but couldn't put on my palm.

The curtains were drawn and the door was closed. And hearing it open I figured lunch was ready because on days like these I hardly spoke. I felt like I was in someone else's body and using their voice wasn't my favourite thing to do.

Heating wheels squeak on the tiles or marbles I couldn't careless. Which was bad because that's what made my moment.

"You should go back to the therapist" I heard him whisper shouted. Not understanding. "Why?" . Not sure he heard.

Marcel pulled the cover from under my me. Turning to look into his dark green eyes they were almost blue. He was the only one with Ruby eyes in this house.