Strange Love[HIATUS]

•H I S P A S T H U R T S•

Listen to Right Now by Nick Jonas and Robin Schulz

This morning was different. I woke up and got ready as usual waiting for Atticus, but then Mr. Jonathan informed me that he was busy. I was actually upset at him for ignoring me like this. After breakfast I went to the library with snacks feeling bored, since I had nobody to talk to unless you count Mr Jonathan as someone, but I can't trust him yet. Without any technology my brain was about to expload! So here I am, at a library, reading a book. Who knew that was possible?

I had just finished a huge book that was strangely fascinating and looked outside noticing it was dark already.

Woah I didn't notice it at all.

The chilly night air made me shiver. I was about to get up and go to my room when I stopped.

Why don't I stay here? It's not like anyone's going to notice.

I smiled and searched for a comfy sofa to sleep. Satisfied that I found one I laid down on it. My mind was buzzing with questions. So many things were going on in my head that I even got a headache.

I sighed looking up. The ceiling was see through, I stared at stars that were glimmering in the darkness. I kept staring at the star's wishing for something to guide me, find a way out of this place, to find answers.

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I woke up surprised this morning. I remember last night sleeping in the library sofa yet here I am snuggled up in my bed. I was shocked and definetly not happy. With a furious mind I marched into his office yelling at him but was once again, surprised.

"What the hell?" I exclaimed.

He wasn't here! That bastard wasn't here! I was about to storm outside when something caught my eye. Slowly turning my attention to whatever that caught my eye.

It was a fireplace.

It was white, engraved with strange drawings, the fireplace wasn't on but the ashes in the ashtray weren't thrown out either. There were a few books on top of it and there was a black box situated in the middle between the books. The box was plain but it looked fancy. It was strange black, a dark black.

I reached out for the box and the moment I touched it I felt like a fire was burning me, I would've screamed but it was kind of...sensational. I grabbed the box and quickly ran to my room as quietly as possible.

Closing the door I breathed in relief. That tiny box was quite heavy. I sat on my bed and opened it.

There was a dried and definitely dead rose. It stinked. I frowned disappointed in my discovery. Which messed up person would put a flower in really classy box? Sighing I closed the box and got ready for the day. Today I chose to wear a comfy grey hoodie and some plain black leggings. I wasn't hungry so I skipped out on breakfast.