The loud voices and merry songs reminded me I wasn't at the hostel. I tried covering my ear with a pillow but, it didn't make much of a difference.
My body ached as I reluctantly went to the bathroom, I peeled the pajamas off my body and stood under the shower with my eyes shut for what seemed like a minute
I stepped out of the bath and realised I had nothing to wear, just the sleeveless gown of the previous day which had frost stamped allover it.
New day new problems, I grumbled as I sank into the mattress playing with the white cotton bathroom robe I had on. I was super comfy in it.
Just send him the text already, my thoughts half screamed as I deleted the 6th message I had composed to send to John
The knock at the door got me a little thrilled
"Come in" I said calmly
The knock persisted. Funny how I could get everything happening out of the room but, I couldn't be heard from inside.
"Come in" I said again but, this time louder.
Silently, a girl in uniform walked in.
she must be a house helper, I thought as I immediately scanned her attire
I felt a little disappointed. For some reasons I wished it was someone else.
"Good morning Miss" She said sounding Jolly. Her dry hair reminded me how damp mine was.
"Good morning" I said in the same Jolly tone not wanting to be a joy killer
"Sir sent me to check up on you and, bring you some clothes" she said as she placed the neatly folded clothes on the extreme end of the bed.
"Thank you" I said and she smiled
Perfect, I screamed in my head
The soft satiny fabric knee leveled gown gave a perfect fitting. After minutes of admiring the gown, I quickly straightened out the bedsheet then, left the room.
As I moved down the hallway to the sitting room, I heard a voice almost like a whisper coming from one of the rooms, the door was half open. I had two things in mind. First, was to mind my business and continue to where I was headed to or, eavesdrop. I chose the latter, I just had to eavesdrop.
I moved towards the door, my gaze immediately spotted the luxurious handle. Something was different about the handle, it was different from the others, this was surely John's room.
Master's bedroom characteristics, an inner voice concluded
I stood there for what seemed like 60seconds and I couldn't get anything, just when I thought of leaving, I heard my name. I pushed the door a little bit wider and tried to get myself in. I couldn't be mistaken because by now I had heard my name about trice. The voice couldn't have sounded familiar because, it came out in whispers
For the first time, I didn't care about scanning where I was. I stood eavesdropping on a conversation which I wasn't suppose to hear. I had heard just enough, I just wanted to go home. Every step I took backwards made me realize John and I, were world's apart.
I didn't realize I was close to the door until when my gown hung on the handle of the door I turned swiftly removing the dress and hurriedly left the room. I could hear footsteps behind me but, I didn't turn. I didn't know my way around but, my feet kept moving. Tears burst like water from a dam, spilling down my cheeks. Brick by brick, my wall came tumbling down allover.
"Lisa please stop" I could hear John screaming from behind
I kept on moving giving a deaf ear to his calls.
Damn why can't I find my way out, I yelled in my thoughts
Just when I saw what seemed like an outlet, I spotted Sky sitting on the floor, her warm honey eyes were filled with tears. I just couldn't go... what was she doing here and why was she in tears? I asked myself as I immediately dried my face
"Sky" I called her name as I motioned her to her feet. She woke up but didn't answer
"what's wrong?" I asked again as I dried her tears with my hands
She hiccuped in between sobbing. I brought her close to me and pattered her back. I could hear John's footsteps getting closer
"Sky" John said, his voice filled with so much worry
Okay, I think I'm not needed anymore, John will take it from here. I told myself as I walked away
He normally couldn't leave Sky in that state to chase a "patient" I said using the words he used to describe me moments before now.
As I left John's place, I felt broken. The wounds I felt were closing just renewed themselves. Every time I opened up a little, I ended up getting hurt.
Back to square 1... The voices in my head reminded me.
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Broken
General FictionThere are wounds which are not visible on the skin but are deeper than anything else that bleeds. The monsters in her head spoke loud, so did her silence. Behind her fake smile was everything else no one could easily understand. Maybe he raped her s...
