There is something 'off' stepping into a house you temporarily call "home". One doesn't just acquire discernment after a few interactions; it happens over a period of time with a constant pressure to be "perfect"
I open the door as it squeaks open, everything is still, a whirl of wind brushes past me and into the house. The house is dark; it uninvites me with its creeping shadows. I breath in the cloudy winter air and remove my shoes, suddenly I feel like I'm stepping onto ice, I make my way down to my room in the dark hallway with each step making a creek on the floorboards.
It's funny with perception, really. One moment you can perceive the world looking majestic in yellow hues and feeling giddy after a great movie ready to write a review, next everything is grey and the only light to keep you company is the laptop beaming its white light.
The suitcase lays open in my room, still empty, filling it means I'm going back home. The energy I've finally built up will all be drained by the end of it..
As I type, my phone lays open with a message saying:
"Let's go to bible study"
I'm sooo stupid I thought I stayed out long enough to miss it. UGHHHH
I just found out my nosy flatmate has been trying to keep tabs on me, ughh. counting the days I've stayed out late and who I post, he's been asking around trying to find out who the people are and sharing it with the C*lt wth. I can just feel my liberty being stripped away from me.
I may not come back from the sounds of things :| we'll see if this guy actually snitched tho *insert gun*
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