Psycho But Not Really

p s y c h o - 2

"Althea, I'm heading to work now, if you're going to go out today, please be careful, the house keys are on the table, your curfew is five pm", my mother shook my shoulders, as I woke up.

It was six in the morning, and my mother had already gotten up. She's always going to work early in the morning, I always remembered, spending my days with my dad. But now I just focus on painting, and doing artsy things.

I nodded my head, and groaned, "okay, just get to work" I rolled to the other side of the bed, my mother chuckled and kissed my temple, "bye Thea". The house was silent again.

Now that my mum woke me up, I can't go back to sleep. "Argh" I groaned, and kicked the blanket off of me violently. I sat on the edge of my bed, and dozed off. It was me, myself, and I, in the house alone. I got used to it.

I stretch my arms and legs, and got out of bed, my footsteps were heavy, as I made my way to our shared bathroom, I gasped at my reflection. I looked like a pale zombie on drugs, if that's the best way to describe myself. I washed my face and stayed in my pyjamas.

I already had my day planned out for me, I was going to sit around and be the lazy ass I am. 

I wish

I was actually supposed to paint a picture of a city, for some program thing, I'm getting paid fifty dollars, so why not.

I walked into my bed room, and got my canvas, and stool, I set the canvas on the holder, and got out my paints and pencils. This was my daily life.

"Alright, lets start" I said to myself, and I outlined the sunrise, and buildings, of the scenery in my laptop. My neck started to hurt, from looking back and forth, from the picture I saw online, but the end result was perfect.

The pastel and paints were the perfect shades, and the detail was on point. The look of satisfaction was written all over my face.

It took me, more than six hours to finish, it's now twelve pm, and the house was silent as ever. I walked downstairs and saw my house keys, I haven't touched them ever since school ended.

I contemplated if I should go out or not, something might happen. I sighed knowing I couldn't be at home all day. I grabbed the keys, and tied my sneakers.

I hesitated before leaving, but shut the door behind me.

I felt weird walking alone, the autumn leaves crunched at every step I took, I didn't know where to go, so I went where my feet took me.

I was surprised that every person I saw, they'd at least smile or greet me.

I eventually stopped by at a local park, it was pretty big too, fields for dogs and people to run around, a long pathway for joggers, and multiple bench seats, every few metres. It seemed like a happy place.

My dad never took me here, we'd always go to indoor play grounds, and bowling alleys, but as I grew older, he just to me out to eat.

I sat on one of the benches, and looked at the amusing view, families and dog owners playing together, it made me smile, a funny sensation in my chest triggered a foreign feeling.

It was a feeling, I've never experienced, it was a warm, loving feeling, like I've been engulfed by someone. It felt nice.

I sat on that park bench for hours, I loved it here, I decided that the next time I'll come, I'll bring my sketch book, and sketch the whole place out. It was beautiful.

My trance was interrupted, when my phone started to vibrate in my pocket, I took out my phone, and my mum was calling. This early? She finishes work at eight pm.

"Hello?" I started off first.

"Althea!, where are you?"

"What time did you leave, what are you wearing?", my mother flooded me with questions.

"Relax mum, I'm at the local park, it's chill here, plus I was just about to leave, everything alright?" I asked, almost laughing.

"Althea, please don't scare me like that, and yes everything's good, but I've got an extra emergency patient, so I'll be back by the time you're asleep, but don't worry, I have a birthday surprise for you" I could tell my mother was winking from the other line.

I shook my head, and started to walk back home, "Alright mum, I have to go now, I'll get some ingredients to make food" I told my mum, and ended the call.

I realised that I had enough money in my pocket, to buy some ingredients. I stopped by the local, supermarket, and bought some fruits and vegetables.

While I was checking out, and walking out the store, I bumped into a really hard chest, I looked up, and there was this..

I don't know, man, boy? I couldn't figure out his age, because his hoodie was legit, covering his face.

"Sorry, my bad" I apologised.

The man, I must call him, nodded his head, and hummed in response, before taking off.

I got home, and cooked up a delicious meal, I ate alone, but it was fine with me. My mother still wasn't home yet, and it was past ten o'clock. I sighed, and got ready for bed.

The same feeling, spread across my body, something wasn't secure, or I knew something bad was going to happen..

My instincts don't lie.

I know that for sure.

I tucked myself into bed as usual, and waited for the time to tick to twelve am. My birthday

But that was only two hours away.

I went on social media, and scrolled through some feeds.

I don't have any friends, but I used to have some online friends, but they distanced themselves.

I became homeschooled, for a year, and graduated earlier than other kids. It was difficult to deal with society, saying I'm young, and I still need time to learn.

I had friends, but they eventually moved or just found another friend group. It didn't really bother me.

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Chapter 2 of Psycho but not really.

Still breathing is on hold at the moment, I'm having a writers block, but I'm deciding on working on both books at the same time, only because I really like the concept of Psycho but not really. 😂

So from now on, this book will be updated frequently.