Days passed and I felt more lost than ever before. I resulted from changing out of the clothes I had been wearing from weeks into clothes that were old and dusty in one of the many boxes I was surrounded by in the basement. They barely fit but they were better than the old and musty clothes that I had been wearing when I first was locked down there. They belonged in the trash. I felt gross even thought I had access to a shower down there, but what good does that really do when I have no products to wash up with?
I was so beyond unhappy down there and lost that I really didn't have a care in the world about anything anymore. I truly didn't care what happened at this point and I felt weak. Mentally and physically, I was weak. I could hardly keep my eyes open and it had been too long since I had eaten last. I felt like I was skin and bones. All the thoughts stopped at some point too and I don't know if that was a blessing or a bad thing. I couldn't think about anything other than wanting it to all just end.
I crawled into the bathroom and ran the shower. The water started off hot, which meant the piping was good down there and at some point, this was used regularly. I didn't even bother undressing as I sat down on the shower floor, letting the water pour over the top of my head – soaking my hair and my clothes as I brought my knees up to my chest. I rested my chin on the tops of my knees as I stared at one of the broken tiles on the floor. I had cut the bottom of my foot on it several times, but I never bothered to cover it up. I knew it was there so if I stepped on it, then it was my own dumb fault.
I closed my eyes tightly as I let the warm water consume my bones. It remained cold down in that basement all the time and this seemed to be my only source of heat. I could run the hot water for at least a half hour before it started to get cold on me. I'd let it sit for about an hour or two before letting it run again. I know it had to run the water bill up and you'd think the company would see the random spike in the bill and question it, but I knew my grandmother probably prepared for something like this and had an answer for the company.
I sniffled as I sat underneath the water. I hadn't even realized that I was crying but I did that a lot lately. I cried without even knowing that I was crying. I didn't think I had a single emotion left in me anymore and at this point, I couldn't tell you what the tears were from. They were random yet all the time now.
I reached up and wiped my face with my wet hands as I attempted to take a deep breath. The water slowly started trickling slowly and that's when I normally should shut it off and put some dry clothes on and wait for the water to heat back up, but this time... I couldn't force myself to get out from underneath the water. I couldn't bring myself to move an inch so that's where I stayed. I stayed even when my body started shivering. I physically could not bring myself to move.
Not even when I heard what sounded like something heavy falling down and the loud thumps of what sounded like something falling down the stairs. I had been seeing and hearing things a lot lately, so I figured that's just what it must be. I only shut my eyes tighter as I tried to block the noises out. I could hear the sounds of faint ringing in my ears.
I jumped when the bathroom door suddenly flung open and I couldn't even process what was going on because everything seemed to be moving faster than I could comprehend it. All I know is that I saw someone in a police uniform reach over top of me and turn the shower water off before grabbing my arm and pulling me out of the shower and through the door. I couldn't even fight against them because they were moving to fast for me to even realize what was going on. I felt like I was seeing blurs of imagines flash past me and I could hardly hear a word that was being said to me.
All I knew was that I was being helped to my feet at the bottom of the stairs as someone else wrapped a blanket around me tightly and said something to me. I could see their lips moving but I couldn't hear a word that was being said. All I know is they helped me up the stairs and I was in disbelief when they walked me through the kitchen, and I could actually see the inside of my grandmother house – something I hadn't seen in who knows how long.
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Twenty Four Seven || Adam Park
FanfictionSeventeen-year-old Danielle had her world flipped upside down after a sudden tragedy in her family. Being forced to move in with her estranged grandmother on her father's side was the hardest thing she had to do. Learning to get along with her grand...