Crazy Town

Perfectionist

Unknown POV

I sit up slowly in bed, the sun peeks round the curtains, eager to enter my bedroom. I groan slightly, my hand grabbing my hip as I push myself up to stand, I grab my walking stick that's resting against the wall beside my bed and use it to get to the window. I pull the curtains apart, tying them at either side before opening the window to allow some fresh air inside, it's sunny outside and I can see a few leaves on the trees swaying in the light breeze.

It takes me a while to get to the bathroom, I stare at the reflection of myself in the mirror, my wrinkled face, my light blue eyes that don't hold as much life in them as they used to. I'm old now, not as fit as I used to be, but then again I'm not as old and incapable as others who are my age or older. I certainly haven't lost my brain either, I still remember my days as a teenager and a young adult, I remember my wedding day and the day I gave birth... I also remember how my life took a turn after I gave birth. Everything changed as soon as I had my children, my life was no longer the same, I had to hide from everyone, lie to everyone. 

Every girl dreams of how she's going to raise her children, what values she will teach them, I began dreaming of that as a young teenager and after I got married, I couldn't wait to carry out my dreams. But I was wrong, I didn't raise my children how I thought I would, instead I raised them to be the opposite, I raised them to be the person that I couldn't be, to do things that I couldn't do... to do things that no normal person could do. 

Once I had finished with the bathroom it takes me fifteen minutes to walk down the stairs, one step at a time and both feet on the same step, pausing for a couple of seconds at each step, I mentally scoff, I used to run up and down stairs but now I'm like a baby who doesn't feel confident in going up or down steps. Upon reaching the bottom I walk into my kitchen, pouring tap water into the kettle and turning it on, I look around before noticing a knife sitting in the sink, I frown and walk closer. I pick it up and observe it, it doesn't look dirty, what is it doing in the sink? I always wash and dry the dishes before I go to bed, I never leave anything in the sink. I'm a bit of a perfectionist, I like things to be placed exactly how I want them and I hate if anybody moves them, I love routines, I don't like surprises or anything that might affect my every day routine, I want everyday to be the same, like I'm living the same day on repeat for the rest of my life, I had enough surprises in my younger years. 

I dry the knife and put it back in the drawer, I finish making my cup of tea and carry it carefully into the living room where I sit down with a sigh on the comfortable sofa. Leaning forward I reach out to pick up the TV remote, but I stop half way, the remote is pointing to me. I always put the remote down pointing to the TV, remotes don't move on their own and I know that I last put it down so that it points to the TV, so why is it now pointing to me? I pick it up slowly and turn on the TV, I can't be overreacting, I've lived that past six years with the same routine, there's no way I will change it now.

I watch the news, there's nothing new, nothing about the crazy hospital, nothing about celebrities, nothing. Half an hour in, my eyes wonder to the bookshelf on my left, more specifically to the ornaments on the bookshelf. Three small elephants lined up, one behind the other as if they're walking across the bookshelf, but now they're standing one beside the other at the edge of the bookshelf as if they were about to jump off. A shiver runs through me, I haven't touched those ornaments in years, the closest I get to them is when I dust the bookshelf once a week, but I never move them, how did they move? I live alone, there's no one else here to move them and I know that I didn't move them myself. Now I'm scared.

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Eleanor's POV

I groan in annoyance, my handbag is pinching the skin on my arm and the heavy bags hanging from my wrist are causing red marks to form, my other hand fumbles around in the bottom of my bag for my keys, I'm going to be late and I had to take so much paperwork home because I couldn't finish it all yesterday in the office, now I'm regretting it because they're so heavy. I sigh as I finally fish out my keys, and turn them in the locks on my front door, locking it closed.

I throw them back into my bag and turn around to head towards my car, I gasp loudly as I suddenly come face to chest with my boss. I look up to stare at his eyes, my own eyes wide in shock, what's he doing here at my house? He stares back at me, his facial expression blank before his mouth opens and he speaks 'I knew you were going to be late today so I have come to pick you up, come on' he turns on his heel and starts walking out of my drive. 

It takes me a couple of seconds before I pull myself together and follow behind him, a black Range Rover is parked outside, he jumps in the drivers seat and I roll my eyes, I don't understand him. I climb in and drop the bags by my feet as he starts the engine, 'It's strange that you are starting late today' I say, staring out of the window as he drives.

It takes a while for him to answer 'I was busy this morning, I had things to do at home' 

I nod slowly 'Do you live alone? Or do you live with your mother and sister?' 

He looks over at me, his face now slightly glaring, 'Didn't I tell you to drop the questions about my mother?' 

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