Psycho But Not Really

p s y c h o - 3

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The time read 12:00 am, on my digital clock on my nightstand. I sighed knowing my mother still wasn't home.

I didn't officially turn eighteen yet, until five, forty pm. So I had all day to celebrate, but this year, I felt weird, I sensed something bad.

I had a strange feeling that my eighteenth birthday, will be like no other. I mean I only turn eighteen once in my lifetime. I grunted feeling my dry throat begging for water.

I had been on my bed reading for hours, waiting for my mother. I pulled the blankets off of me, and my feet met the cold white tiles, my arm hairs instantly stood up, and goosebumps formed all around my body.

I shivered, and wrapped my robe tightly around my tiny waist, and walked out of my room.

Now, I was a person that wasn't bothered by turning on the lights, I could go all night walking around my house, with the lights turned off, and I wouldn't be scared, at all. But strange enough, my biggest fear was the dark?

It was strange, but maybe it was because I was in the comfort of my own home, that I didn't mind the lights being off.

I finally got to the kitchen, and my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could figure out where each furniture and objects were. I tapped on the fridge, and opened it.

The faint light, illuminated and made me squint. I grabbed the jug of water, and reached out for a cup.

Now the thing was, I could have easily just turned on the light to make my life easier, but I'm a lazy person.

As the sound of pouring water filled the silent house, I heard the front door start to rattle, and squeak. I quickly set the water down, and opened the draw, with utensils. I assumed I grabbed a fork, and I slowly walked to the front door.

My footsteps were light, and my breathing was so soft you couldn't hear it, but out of the blue, the light was turned on, and it revealed, my mother putting down her work bag.

"Oh, geez Thea you scared me, why are you holding a fork?" my mother jumped, instantly putting her hand over her chest.

Ignoring her question, I dropped my arms down to my sides, and sighed, "likewise, mum" I sighed back to her.

"Well, why are you still up, you know you have a big day today?", my mother walked to the kitchen, and started to take her medicine.

"Yea, well I wanted to wait for you, plus I need to go to the city to submit my painting for the program next month, it might enter a contest?" I said hoping my mother would be proud of me.

But she sighed and swallowed the pill, "honey, that's great, but you need to start thinking of an actual career" she said patting my shoulder, my face dropped.

"But it's my passion.." I murmured, but my mother caught onto me quick.

"Thea, please don't start, I'm not forcing you now, but please think about it, it's your birthday, get some rest" my mother rubbed her temple.

Did something happen at work?

I shrugged, and walked into my bedroom, before going to sleep.

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I woke up to the blasting sound of my alarm clock. 8:00 am. Right, it's my birthday, I groaned and got up, rubbing my eyes.

It took me fifteen minutes to get ready, I wasn't that type of girl to spend a hundred billion hours on my hair and make up, in fact I didn't even wear make up, I walked downstairs, slowly taking in the smell, of bacon, and baked peaches?!

As weird as it sounded, it was my favourite childhood snack or food, my grand mother used to always make it for me, for special occasions, I moaned at the sweet smell, "mhmm, smells great mum" I praised.

My mother chuckled, and set me a plate of bacons and pancakes, "happy birthday sweetie" she kissed my forehead.

"You're lucky Gibson is covering for me for a few hours, so I can spend time with you" my mother said. She had convinced her boss to go to work a bit later for my birthday, when she could be helping her patients, but my mother chose to spend time with me.

I gave her an appreciated smile. "What are you going to do today?" My mother asked, taking the peaches out of the oven", I chewed my food, before speaking.

"I'm heading to the city to submit my panting, like I said last night, then I'll probably roam around a little" I said, taking a sip of my orange juice.

My mothers eyes darkened a little, "be careful Thea, you haven't gone out alone ever since last year" she said in concern.

"Don't worry, I might make a friend?" I said and she gave me a smile.

We spent all morning talking, and arranging things, before I knew it my mother had left for work. The same old routine.

It was now around eleven in the morning, almost noon, so I packed my bag with money, my phone, a sketch book, and some pencils. In another bag, which was much larger, I put my dried painting I did the other day in it, I didn't want to look like a weird person holding a huge ass painting around, but if this gets me money, I'll take it.

I grabbed my house keys, and left.

For once in a while, our house was empty, no one to look after it.

I found my way to the train station, and bought my ticket to the city, it was really that far, but it's better than walking. I sat on the furthest seat away from everyone. I placed my painting on my lap, and leaned my head against the window, looking at all the passing trees and buildings.

I sat on the train for twenty minutes, watching people leave and come on.

"Next stop is Cimon city"

I heard the train announcer say, and I got ready to leave. Brushing past people, I got my shoulder shoved super hard, by a tall man. I look back to see that he was already gone.

"People these days" I whispered.

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Chapter three 😅