//chapter 7//
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//chapter 7//
"So, what are you going to do now?" I asked myself while sitting on my bed, waking up in the middle of the night because of another nightmare. It has been three weeks now and I haven't still got a break from them. I had dark circles under my eyes and I was pretty sure I looked like a zombie. So I even avoided looking at mirrors.
Andrea was the reason I was asking the above question myself. It happened two days ago.
I was alone in my room with my thoughts when she barged into it without even knocking. I sat on the bed, arms supporting my weight.
She looked around, her eyes taking my whole messy room with a serious expression. I waited, because I knew that if I spoke, I'd make the situation worse.
After maybe a minute or two, she looked at me. I was expecting to see an angry expression or a disbelieving one, but to my surprise, she looked concerned.
"Tell me honestly, Cecily. Do you need therapy?"
I gaped at her, suddenly aware of what was coming. I couldn't help but be thankful for her. In her eyes, I was just recovered from an accident and has a memory loss. Now I am even avoiding mirrors and my room looked like a mess from hell, so obviously she was thinking that therapy would help me get better.
Actually, I myself thought that I am going insane a little by little because of the nightmares.
"Nah, I'm good." I replied, suddenly feeling tired. "I'm just... adopting to the world." I joked.
She giggled in return. Then she sat on the small chair by the small bed I had in the corner of my room. I faced her.
"Actually, I thought you would change for the better." She said. "After you decided to break up with Luke, I really thought you would turn a new page of your life. But looking at all this, I feel like you are in need of therapy."
I closed my eyes and sighed. "I know. This is not me. It just that I can't stop having nightmares. About the accident." I quickly added, not wanting to talk about my true nightmares at all.
"You can sleep in my room then. With me." Andy offered, but I quickly shook my head.
"Thank you, but no. I am fine here." I said. If I went to her room every night, she will witness my true nightmares. Nah. That was the last thing I wanted. "I need privacy."
"Alright," she said, standing up. "up for a girls night, then?"
"Sure, why not?" I giggled. "After all, in this orphanage, we can have leftovers."
We ended up doing a girls night, without snacks or movies. We told horror stories and laughed and gasped quietly without waking others.
Now, recalling those events, I smiled. After I decided to live alone, it was the first time I had a girls night with a friend.
A knock came, startling me a bit. It was late at night. Who could possibly be coming to my room this late? Can't be Andy. She never knock. I grabbed the pair of scissors that was on the floor and hid it behind me.
"Who is it?" I called.
"Jason." A voice answered.
I let out a sigh of relief. Jason was another orphan who lived here with us.
"Come in." I said, standing up.
The door opened and Jason came in, looking a little shy.
"Ah, I didn't want to bother you this late at night, but I heared a loud bang from your room a minute ago." He said, scratching behind his neck awkwardly. "Is everything alright?"
I smiled sheepishly. He must have heared when I fell from the bed because of the nightmare. "Ah, yeah." I answered, deciding to tell the truth. "I fell from the bed."
"Oh. I see." He eyed me from head to toe, making sure I wasn't badly injured. "Then, I'll be going." He started towards the door, and I waited till he is gone. Then, something popped in to my mind.
"Wait." I said.
"What?"
"What were you doing this late?"
"Oh. I was just going to the bathroom. Don't worry, I don't sneak out like you do." He said closing the door with a little bang.
I wished it was louder.
I went to bed again, sulking like a loser.
I was honestly tired from everything. Here, I was trapped. My free life, my career and my beloved hobby, writing, was gone. I couldn't travel, I couldn't even use a computer, I couldn't write-
Wait a second.
Who said I couldn't write?
The idea I suddenly got was so awesome that my heart began to beat like crazy. I fell asleep again after some time, and surprisingly, I didn't have any nightmares.
Next morning, I began to work.
After the breakfast, (which I barely ate due to the pulsing excitement) I went to the kitchen. Our maid, Clara was cleaning it after the meal. I went to her.
"Hey, can you help me for a moment?" I asked as politely as I can. However, she snapped at me.
"Are you blind? I have ton of things to do? I don't have any time to spare."
"I know. I just wanted to ask you a question. Where do you put the wrappers of the things you buy?"
"Look in the trash can."
Of course. I thought. Why did I even asked?
I went to the trash can which was separated for papers and found all the blank ones I can.
After I gathered papers, I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to find a pen or a pencil. I went to everyone, asking.
And Jason had a pen. He gave it to me, with a suspicious look.
"What happened to your pen?"
Actually, Cecelia had a pen. But it was broken. I don't know how, but I found only one piece under my bed.
"Gone." I simply said, shrugging.
"You better not write love letters with that."
"I won't. Thank you again."
He nodded and I went to my room. I locked the door, satisfied.
I began to write the next chapter of Crystal Core, my last work as Nasha.
But I couldn't. I couldn't remember anything about it. Characters, where I left it hanging, what was that about, nothing.
My hands shook, all the excitement vanishing and fear replacing it.
I bit the back of my hand, calming myself. I have to write. Somehow.
So I decided.
I will sneak out and will go to my home, to bring back my drafts.
- Writer
