Ephemeral //H.S

Chapter 1

My eyes shoot open, as I hear the sound of car
doors closing and distant voices arguing. I quickly stand to my feet, seeing nothing but darkness for a few second making me blink repetitively before falling back on my behind on the couch. I briefly rub my eyes with the heel of my palms before standing back up to slowly walk to the window. My heart still pounding in my chest I lightly move the white almost see through curtain with the tip of my fingers and frown when my eyes focus on a black car in the distance with its trunk open. It looks really expensive.

I sigh in relief when I realize that people might just be moving into the house next to mine, and that it is in fact not a murderer hunting a girl living alone in the woods, next to a lake.

Honestly, they could be murderers I wouldn't really care.

I shake my head to myself, letting go of the curtain before walking back through the living room to grab the glass of water I left on the coffee table, I slowly drink it, feeling the now room temperature water slide down my throat as I walk to the downstairs bathroom. I put the glass down on the counter and look at my reflection in the mirror. My hair is in a ponytail that descended down my neck during the night, my face is pale which is only accentuated by the slight shades of purple and blue under my eyes due to the lack of sleep.

God I look like shit.

I shrug my shoulders to myself before turning my body to the shower. I narrow my eyes and stare at it for at least 3 minutes, debating with myself if I am motivated enough to shower right now.

On one hand I feel disgusting, I kind of sweated yesterday because I couldn't find the house and was freaking out alone in my car. And because I literally broke a sweat waking up this morning, that's not a nice way to wake up someone. One the other hand, I really just want to fall back asleep, the day hasn't even started yet and I'm already tired of it. I sigh once again, just because I feel like it and remind myself that I have to unpack and go to the store.

With that I start the water to let it warm up. I remove the oversize black shirt and let it fall to the ground as I just stare at the water falling from the shower head, standing there in my underwear. Once I decide that it's probably warm enough, I remove my last piece of clothing and enter the shower, closing the glass door behind me and stepping under the water.

I close my eyes as I feel my tense muscles relax with the warm water running down my hair, shoulders and entire body. I blindly reach my hand out to where my shampoo, conditioner and body wash should be. I open my eyes to see if I'm even close to it but freeze when I see nothing.

"Oh my god you're so dumb." I huff, do I even have towels in here? I step out of the shower, shivering as soon as feel the cold air hitting my skin, I open the cabinets to find a towel.

Of course, there aren't any.

Thank god I live alone because that would have been really embarrassing. I step out of the bathroom and walk to the living room, closing my arms against my chest as it gets colder. I scan the living room to find the bathroom box, but of course it has to be where the walls are literally just windows.

I grunt to myself, not understanding how stupid I can be sometimes and walk to the conservatory. I look around me, hoping the neighbors are far away enough to not see me. I mean there are trees and their house is far away from mine, so they shouldn't see me right? Unless they come over here then I'm fucked.

A relieved sigh escapes my lips when I find the box that was just on one of the couches. I bend down to retrieve it and hold it close to my body so I doesn't slip out of my hands.

As I turn around to start my walk of shame back to the bathroom, I almost drop the box when a pair of blue eyes meets my wide ones through the window.