I stayed on the floor for hours- or maybe it was minutes- I had no sense of time. No one came upstairs, at least not to this room. Maybe it was a guest room, hardly used. Who knows.
At first, I had pleaded to the lord if there was one for someone to find me. Someone, anyone. But as time elapsed and the silence stretched on, I became glad no one did.
No one would have to see me like this.
Everything ached in the beginning, the headache pounding so hard behind my eyes, I thought I'd go blind, and my ankle throbbing just as much. But then, it became numb. I felt as if I was floating. Like this body wasn't mine.
It was easier that way. Thinking that girl lying on the floor- bodily fluids and blood splattered on her body and the floor- wasn't me. It couldn't be me.
The more detached I felt, the easier it was to move. The girl slowly sat up. Pain sparked through her body again, but she didn't flinch. It's okay. It's not me.
Even more slowly, she used the side of the bed to get into a semi- standing position before promptly stumbling on falling face first onto the bed. The numbness in her legs flared up, pins and needles stabbing relentlessly. Her face was still clear of all expression. Because it's okay. It's not me.
Once the uncomfortable feeling subsided, the girl tried pulling back up her pants, only to find a huge tear in them. She stared for a moment before tossing them aside. It's a bedroom after all. There should be spare clothes. Using the walls for support, the girl hobbled over to the closet, ignoring the pain spiking up her legs each time.There were clothes, albeit a little big. But that's okay.
She gently removed a pair of jeans from a hanger, dusting them off slightly. Baggy was better than tight, in any case. She put her stained and torn jeans on the same hanger and placed it in the closet. An exchange of sorts.
She looked at the messy bed and then the floor. She couldn't look too long. Nausea rose, but she pushed it down. That's not mine. It wasn't me.
She left the room like that, limping so bad she almost fell multiple times, but she kept on going. The hall way was deserted, completely empty. She stumbled down the last steps in her descent, landing knees first on the wood. She stayed like that on the floor, before she steeled herself and got up.
"Thea? You were here?" A voice suddenly spoke up.
The girl startled. Thea?
That's me.
I look at the familiar face, wide eyed and terrified.
"Thea, what happened?" Angeline rushed towards me upon seeing my expression, cupping my face.
I closed my eyes and leaned into her arms. I sunk into her embrace, exhausted just from that trip from the room to the first floor. She allowed me to, rubbing my back, before pulling away. "Babe, ya gotta tell me what's wrong. Did somethin' spook ya?"
Right. It happened to me.
I opened my mouth to speak, to tell her, to say anything. But nothing came out. Not a whisper, not a sound.
I closed my mouth and hugged her again. Maybe it's better this way.
I should just keep my big mouth shut. I should just stay silent.
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