That Twelve Year Old

That Twelve Year Old - Chapter Six

Picture on side is Giovanni o_o Sorry if it comes up stretched? And imagine him with grey/black eyes =D Don't you just wanna grab his cheeks or somethings o_o Sorry, motherly intincts are just kicking in...... o.o

CHAPTER SIX. 29TH AUGUST 2009. 2:00AM. FEDORS’ ESTATE; OXFORD.

I was on my bed; making sure my back did not touch the mattress once. This felt weird, since my body was used to discomfort. Now, a pillow was behind my head; soft and welcoming. A duvet, covering me. Warm. A wonderful temperature to be sleeping in, but eerie since I was so used to damp coldness. Now everything is dry, warm and soft. I felt awkward, and out of place, my body hovering near the end of the bed, as If I shouldn’t be here. As if, the moment someone comes, I should jump up and hide. Nothing felt real. None of the smiles and none of the hugs. The absence of pain, and changing my clothes before bed. Brushing my teeth, and combing my hair with an actual brush. (This made a huge difference, compared to what my fingers could do) Eating inside a house. No more bugs in the bathroom and no more screams.

It didn’t feel real.

"Don’t get your hopes up" I whispered, to myself. And drifted off, to numb black darkness.

Something that did feel real.

　

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"Hello?" I heard a faint murmur before I jolted wide awake; quickly checking if my behind was covered before I did so.

"I’m awake" I said, eyes wide open. But found no one in the room.

"Yes, I would like to order a-"

Oh. It was Josh, speaking from behind the walls. I checked the time on the clock opposite me, expecting it to read 6am, but instead faced the hands, pointing at a solid one.

My eyes widened for a moment, before I shook it off.

You’re not with Aunt anymore. Things are different, so don’t act surprised.

       I sighed, knowing it was true. Carefully swinging my legs off the bed, I made my way to the bathroom.

         You actually have to brush your teeth now, and then change your clothes and eat. Don’t show them that you’re not used to this. You can’t tell them anything about Aunt. You can’t tell them anything about you.

        Closing my eyes, I sighed. I took deep breaths, before changing into some of my clothes; making sure the one’s I was wearing had no rips or holes, to raise questions.

They cannot know.

　

I made my way to the kitchen. (Somehow) The house was ginormous, and impossible not to get lost in. It took my roughly twenty minutes, before I eventually found it. Along with Isandro, reading a novel in the corner.

"Hey" I said, trying to make small talk. He looked up, and gave a small smile.

"You read this book?" He said, waving the novel around. "Because it’s awesome" He added, chuckling. He knew I loved my novels, and read more than I breathed.

My eyes, squinted to the title, trying to read it out from the spine. The letters combined to make the words The Riddles of Epsilon. I nodded to Isandro, "Yeah" I replied, "It’s one of my favourites" I added, shrugging. I made my way to one of the sofas, before sitting down near the end. Making sure both my back and legs, made very minimal contact with the fabric.

We both turned silent. Isandro was reading his novel, whereas I was stuck with my own thoughts. Fiddling with my thumbs and wondering when I could thank Aunt.