Chapter 7

• When she woke up, she was alone. Her joints felt less numb and heavy. She opened the duvet that covered her, slowly she made her way to her bathroom. She held the sink. The white, cold ceramic made a part of her brain tremble, a flash memory of her clinging onto a toilet sink in fear made her head pound. She felt like a zombie as she removed her clothes and stepped into the shower. The water rolling off her skin felt like all she needed, it soothed her and made her feel less shitty. She washed her hair and wept in foam and fragrance. Her life didn’t feel the same, the foundation under her feet had moved and she had no idea why. She was scared to close her eyes, what if she could never open them again.
• She looked out the little window in her bathroom when she finished showering, when did the sun come up? How long had she slept for? She dumped that question with the other mysteries of her night. She pulled a black One direction baggy top over her head and a loose grey joggers. She was about to crawl back into her bed when she heard whispers from her living room.
• She moved towards the voices but stopped when she heard the voices clearly, there were men in her house. She began to panic, they were here to finish her off. She searched for her phone but couldn’t recall the slightest idea where it was. She gave up and unplugged the lamb by her bed side, she held it away from her face and in a defensive position.