When I woke up a few hours ago, I found out I was in the hospital still. 2 days. This is my third day now.
Three Fricking Days.
But gladly, that was me just having to sign my release papers, and now, I was home.
I was snuggled up on my comfy sofa, a blanket around me with a tub of cookie dough B&J icecream. I let out a breath of content as I turned my Netflix on, pressing play on Frozen.
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It had been a few days after I eventually got home, and I was pretty much okay and able to go back to school.
I was happily wearing my normal clothes again besides my jammies every day - black ripped skinny jeans, burgundy double-tongue converse, a plain white short sleeved top and a galaxy print oversized baggy hoodie. My white hair was in natural waves, a little messy but it was okay looking I suppose. Light makeup and nude coloured lips, my normal pale skin as usual.
I was tired, okay? I ended up waking up at the back of two in pain, so I had to take medication I was prescribed with, which had included Morphine tablets and those dreadful things make you drousy like nothing else.
I was not long home from school, and I was already on my laptop, looking through some records I had managed to get from my dads police pendrive.
I was skimming through some lists of who could be related to my parents death, and a name popped up. The Scar.
I let my tongue fiddle with my twisted barbell lip piercing whilst I pondered over visiting The Scar or not.
My fingers were above the enter key, and I eventually hitting it, calling the most likely number I could reach him on. Quickly, I put my headset on, which had a microphone attached, kind of what the 999 services use whilst answering calls.
It continued beeping for a few seconds, until it popped up saying answered. It was quiet, but I still heard the light breaths on the other side of the call. "Hello?" He spoke in a raspy voice.
I smirked, spinning around 180 degrees in my black office chair. "Hey Scar, this is Thorn. I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions" My voice came out sleek
He chuckled, then clicked his tongue. "Where do you want to meet, Thorn?"
I thought for a moment. "The old bridge"
"Okay. Make sure noone follows you this time, Thorn. Dont want anything to happen now, do we" He spoke deeply, making it sound like a threat. He was on about the police. They somehow followed me without my notice and arrested Scar.
I let out a slow laugh. "Was that a threat I heard, Mr.." I paused for a moment, searching my computer records for his name. "Mr Irwins" I smirked to myself, drawling out his name.
"So, Thorn, you can know my name, but I cannot have the knowledge of yours?" He asked teasingly.
"We all know for a fact, Mr Irwins, that you will be arrested soon, and I am in no state for anyone to know of my name. I shall meet you in half an hour. Goodbye for now, Scar." I spoke, then pressed the enter key again, hanging up the call.
I let out a breath. Who knows, he might know something. It's worth a shot. Quickly, I walked upstairs, pulling out a little black box, opening the lid carefully and revealing a black mask. Like a masquerade mask, yet it was a black lace venetian mask. I pulled out of my wardrobe a redish-burgundy skater dress with 3/4 sleeves - the dress itself stopped midthigh and there was a '3 keyhole' cut out part to the top at my cleavage and below my collar bones. I pulled it on, along with black lace-up chunky heel ankle boots. I straightened my white hair out, then popped my mask on, clipping it under my hair.
