Gotham: Jemma's Diary (v1)

Chapter Eleven - Boredom

I woke up the next morning with an agonising pain in my back. My shoulders ached and I seriously wondered whether I'd been hit by a train recently.

I groaned as I got out of bed, rubbing my tired eyes as I looked over to Selina who was already dressed and gathering her things together, "Where are you going?" I yawned, pulling the stained sleeves down my arms as I attempted to keep warm in the thin wool of the jumper.

"Out." Selina replied, her voice quiet as her eyes steered away from me.

"Okay..." I grumbled, rolling my neck in an attempt to ease the pain that lay on my shoulder blades, "Just give me a second to get ready, then."

"No." She mumbled, grabbing her whip as she strolled towards the door.

"Huh?" I looked at her, my eyes more awake as I wondered what was happening. Had she woken up on the wrong side of bed or had I done something to piss her off? "What do you mean?"

Selina dropped her things, snapping her head at me with wide eyes, "You're not coming." She said, walking closer to me, "I can't trust you not to kill someone. So you're going to stay here and not touch things, okay?!"

I scoffed, raising my eyebrows and folding my arms across my chest as she left.

How rude; I still hadn't known what I'd done so wrong.

But nonetheless, I obligied Selina's commands.

I remained in the apartment for the rest of the day, finding things to keep myself busy. I decided to count the number of cracks there were in the walls, I'd traced my fingers over the grains in the wooden floor boards, I'd squashed bugs with my shoes - I'd said it before, and I'll say it again. I know how to keep myself occupied.

That is, until someone decides to kick open the door...