"OH ABBY, YOU'RE BACK,'' Aunt said pausing the show she was watching on the plasma television.
"Hey there, Aunt. Sorry again, went to eat with my friend but I brought the medicines you asked for," I said back, leaving the purchased stuffs on the kitchen counter.
"Hi Trixie," I sat down next to her who was sleeping peacefully on Aunt's lap.
''Oh, thank you so much dearie,'' Aunt glanced at me with a wrinkled smile before we continued watching the Ellen show. It was by far Aunt's favorite show which would always keep her happily occupied and I would often hear her squealing in joy seeing how Ellen changed the lives of all the peoples with such generous donations. I loved when Ellen put her director, Andy, to do crazy stuffs he had never done before and boy, I would be lying if I said they were anything less than hilarious.
My head replaced Trixie's fluff self on Aunt's lap as she gently combed through my hair, scratching at certain spots which made my eyes flutter at the contentment. That was what I needed.
Even then, I couldn't help but think about Britney. Her panic attacks, her split second behavior, it all made me wonder; but I remembered Mikayla's words.
She has gone through a lot.
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I chewed on my peppermint gum, the flavor getting non-existent as I scribbled down the answers of an assignment while my jaw throbbed from the overly tacky chewing.
"Abby, could you get the clothes from outside dearie?" my Aunt called out from downstairs. I got down and made my way to the backyard while Aunt was busy baking some red velvet muffins.
The clothes were being blown away by the heavy wind casted by mother nature. The clouds were huddling once again, a storm seemingly impending us. I was preparing to pull down the last pieces of white bedsheets until a sudden silhouette startled me. On the body of one of the crisp white blankets, resonated off a figure standing behind it.
With a strong tug, I pried off the sheet from the railings but there wasn't anyone. My paranoia, I thought shaking my head to dismiss it.
"Missed me?"
I shook back, pressing the clothes a little too harshly, my eyes widening in surprise. Turning back, I saw the Spirit standing, hands shoved down his pockets and a lazy smile across his face. Letting out a nervous breath I let out nonchalantly,
"You wish." I composed myself before continuing to take the clothes from another clothesline.
He tittered behind me before whispering gently,
''Someone's paranoid.'' I looked back at him dead in the eyes. He just smiled back showing his gum.
His steps came closer until they stopped beside me. I glanced back to see him taking down the clothes. Well, someone's helpful.
"How was your day?" He chirped.
"Meh, it was uneventful," I spoke grimly as we walked to the shed to keep the clothes on a drying rack. He carried out the action and looked at me, narrowing his eyes in suspicion before adding,
"Really? I saw the girl you helped today. You surely know how to deal with panic attacks. Also, eating with your boyfriend-" I visibly shuddered, my self consciousness kicking in as I thought about him watching me. He could be invisible.
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Spirited Away To You
Mystery / Thriller[Now A Wattpad Featured Story] Soon to be eighteen, Abigail Saunders always wished to be in the bubble of perfection with her parents. Her prayer unanswered, fate had made its decision and as tragedy hit, with no warning the bubble burst and Abby wa...
