I woke up. I rubbed my head. I checked my phone. Nothing... After a while I looked around. Something was...off. I saw a piece of paper on Arthour's bed. I read it.
Dear Sophie,
I have went shopping. I should be back around five. Don't worry. I said that... well wrote that cause I know you worry alot. I'll back back. Just remembered I'm shopping ok?
Love,
Arthour.
Even though the note said not to worry... I stilled worried. Everything was going to be... terrible! What happens if him gets kidnapped... Why did you have to do this to me?
Everything is going to be ok. I sat on my bed nervesly. I stared at the door intensely.
My phone would beep but I didn't pick it up. Knocks at the door. I didn't answer. All that was on my mind was Arthour.
Oh Arthour... why did you leave me... alone. I hate it when I'm alone...no, no, NO! I can't be alone again. Please...no...not again. Not again. No more.
My head started hurting. I was hitting my head. You have to fight pain with pain. I had to move around. I tried to get off my bed, but I fell. I put my hands out to protect me from the fall. It worked, but my arm scrape the corner of the desk. When I hit the floor the world wasn't spinning anymore. I sat up still confused. I saw blood everywhere. Where did it come from. I was on the floor? When did I get on the floor? I felt pain...but where. I remember. I fell. It all can back to me. In that slip second of thinking alot of pain came out of nowhere.
"...Kayhhh!" Blood was getting everywhere. I touched the cut and I
I needed to clean up the mess. What can I use to clean the blood? I looked around the bathroom for some cleaning supplies. To my surprise, I found them. I got on my hands and knees and started to scrub the floor. I don't need Arthour worrying about me.
It felt like forever, but I was done. I was so proud of myself. I sat on my bed. My body was sore. I felt the bed sink into my skin. My body felt much better.
I was getting bored. I wanted something to do so... I went looking through Arthour's stuff. He didn't have much. Is all he did was read books? Lame. What else did he do?
I didn't find anything so I started looking through my old stuff. I was searching under my bed looking at this and that but something cought my eye. My music box. I loved you that music box.
The song it played... I love that song. I moved it to the side. I sat on my bed again. I was thinking about yesterday. My research on this part of town. I grabbed my laptop. I looked up the same thing I looked up yesterday. Why was this..."town" built for us?
I was getting deeper and deeper. My main focus was why this "town" was made. There was one in the United States but it was smaller. I looked deeper into it.
It was made for students to learn a different language. To experience the people from that part of the world.
Well that explains why. That research took a couple of hours. I looked at the clock; 5:37. He should be here by now. I snatches my phone and tried to call him.
"Hello?"
"Oh my gwa! Arthour where are you? You said you'll be back at five!"
"Don't worry. I'll be coming back right now. So just go to bed. Ok?"
"Why do I have to go to sleep!?"
"Cause I told you to. Um... you don't want to disobey me, do you?"
"I'll go to sleep."
"Good girl. I'll be there; don't worry."
It was done. No more words...just silence. I did as I was told. I layed there staring at the wall. My eyelids felt heavy. I looked at the clock; 9:53. When will he came back. I tried not to think about it. I rolled on my stomach. My head dug into my pillow.
I was half sleep when I heard this weird nosie. I kept still. I heard plastic bags moving around. Was it Arthour? I heard footsteps come closer to me.
A gentle kiss pressed against my head. The rustle of bedsheets filled the room. It was Arthour. I turned my head slowly. Yep it was him. His glasses on the nightstand. I could finally sleep peacefully.
Everything went dark. Nothing to be seen.
