Nocturnal Girl

Chapter Three

Two weeks had elapsed since I'd made the transition to my new apartment, and my parents had been a constant source of comfort, visiting me frequently. Their unwavering support and encouragement meant the world to me, providing a sense of stability in an otherwise uncertain environment.

I settled into my routine, working from home has become my new norm. I'd grown accustomed to the solitude it afforded, and the hours ticked by effortlessly while I immersed myself in my digital art and animation. Time lost all meaning as I worked, the only sound the soft hum of my computer.

The day drew to a close, and I settled into my sofa, the soft cushions enveloping me in a warm hug. My favorite movie played in the background, the familiar dialogue and soothing music a balm to my frazzled nerves. And the array of snacks before me, a testament to my love of comfort food.

Just then, the doorbell pierced the air, shattering the tranquility. I felt a twinge of annoyance at the interruption, but I knew I couldn't ignore it. The doorbell continued to ring, its insistent tone grating on my nerves.

I heaved a sigh and made my way to the door, a sense of trepidation building in my chest. I knew exactly who it was – Astrid, my cousin. We'd grown up together, exploring the woods behind our houses and sharing secrets. Astrid was the outgoing one, always bubbling with energy and enthusiasm, while I was more reserved, content to observe from the sidelines.

I opened the door to find Astrid bouncing onto the porch, a bright smile plastered on her face.

"Hey, cuz!" she exclaimed, enveloping me in a warm hug. "I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by to say hi."

Astrid's eyes sparkled with mischief as she breezed past me, her gaze scanning the room with interest. "So, how's the new place?" she asked, plopping down onto the sofa.

I shrugged, trying to sound calm. "It's okay, I guess. Still getting used to it."

Astrid's face lit up with excitement. "Well, I'm here to help you get settled in. Let's go out and paint the town red!"

I hesitated, feeling a surge of anxiety. "I don't know, Astrid. I'm not really up for it."

Astrid's face fell, but she quickly rebounded. "Come on, cuz! It'll be fun, I promise. We can go to that new bar that just opened up downtown."

I shook my head, feeling a sense of unease. "Astrid, I really don't think that's a good idea."

But Astrid was undeterred. She grabbed my arm, pulling me off the sofa. "Come on, let's go! It'll be good for you, I promise."

The night wore on, a blur of noise and color. We went to the bar, then to a music concert, and finally to a crowded club. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of faces, my anxiety spiking with every passing minute. I trudged through the front door, feeling drained and irritable.

"Come on, just one more place!" Astrid had said, tugging on my arm as we stood outside the latest bar.

"No, Astrid, I'm done," I replied, planting my feet firmly on the ground. "I'm exhausted."

Astrid pouted, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You're not going to let a little fatigue ruin the night, are you?"

I felt my irritation boil over. "Astrid, stop pulling me around! I'm not some puppet on a string."

Astrid's face fell, her expression hurt. "Fine, have it your way. I was just trying to help you have some fun."

I sighed, feeling a pang of guilt. "I know, Astrid. I'm sorry. It's just been a really long night."

Astrid nodded, her expression softening. "Okay, cuz. I get it. Let's just call it a night, okay?"

I nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. "Yeah, okay."

We parted ways, Astrid promising to call me soon. I watched her go, feeling a sense of relief.

I settled back into my apartment, feeling guilty and regretful. I'd reacted harshly to Astrid's enthusiasm, and now I felt bad about it. But I realized that I needed to be kinder to myself. I'd done the best I could, and that was all anyone could ask for.

I picked up my book, losing myself in the familiar world of words. The protagonist's struggles resonated deeply with me, and I felt a sense of solidarity with her.

Just then, my phone rang, shrill in the silence. I saw Eric's name on the screen, and my heart sank. Who was he, and how had he gotten my number?

I remembered the bar, and the way Eric had stared at me. Astrid had introduced us, but I'd barely spoken to him. He must have added his number on my contact list when I thought my phone was missing.

"Nice try" I muttered and put my phone on silent mode. I continued reading, the words blurring together on the pages.