Home Sweet Home
The alarm clock disrupts my sleep and I can't help but groan before slapping my hand over the offending device.
Sitting up, I reach my arms above my head, stretching out my sore muscles. A result from the night before. When I open my eyes, I look around at my surroundings and pull the quilt up to my chest, leaning my cheek against my knee.
It was just a dream… he can't hurt me anymore.
The room was… nice… considering it was just a rundown motel. But it was enough, it wasn't that place. The small kitchenette that held a coffee pot and a tiny fridge below. Across from that was the bathroom. This was it. This was home.
I slid out of bed and placed my slippers on.
I may not have minded the place, but that doesn't mean I would risk whatever shit was embedded in the carpet.
It was still dark out and it wouldn't be long before I needed to get to work.
I walked up to the cracked mirror of my bathroom and took in my appearance.
I was losing weight, fast. The dark circles under my eyes are just proof of how little sleep I do get. My brown eyes, dulled. I look down at my stomach and see the tiniest bump.
Noticeable only to me.
Proof that I had survived.
I wipe the traitor tear before it even reaches my cheek.
"Get a grip." I scold myself while taking a brush to my hair, practically ripping out the tangles.
A/N: Stay with me?