I woke up that morning at 5 a.m. and realized something was wrong something was different. I went to my window, pulled back the curtain and looked outside; it was still dark out. I walked around the room and turned on the rest of the lights. Then walked out into the hall and turned on the hall lights. It was always dark at this hour. I woke up this early because I had ballet and ice skating. The sun didn't usually come up until 7, 8 or sometimes even 9. We were now in the dead of winter. I walked down the hall and noticed the door to the guest room, where our housekeeper usually stayed, was open. It was never open. I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. There was a note on the counter with some brownies. I read the note;
Lila-
I won't be here for awhile. You have my number.
-Lisa
Perfect. Just perfect. Not only had my father left me but so had my housekeeper. Now that she was gone I had more freedom. But this complicated things. And who was going to pay the bills? I guess my father was still paying them even after he left. I went to the bathroom, took out a razorblade and cut as I'd been doing since I was 14. I was now 17. That was 3 years ago. I then called Jessica.
"Hello?"
"Hi."
"Oh hi Lila."
"I'm sorry did I wake you up?"
"Yeah but it's ok."
"Oh."
"So what's up?"
"Well…Lisa left."
Lisa was my housekeeper.
"When?"
"Idinno. When I was asleep I guess."
"Wow."
"She left a note."
"Oh. Wow."
"Yeah I know."
"So…"
"Yeah I cut."
"Ok. Well you know. Just as long as…"
"I'm careful yes I know Jessica. Which"
"You always are."
"Yeah."
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