It was now a few days after the accident. I stayed in bed all day (mainly because of Robert's insistence). Robert brought my meals in the morning, noon and night. I was becoming used to the routine but at times I just felt like killing myself out of pure boredom. I know, I may sound like I was all comedy like (you know, happy and funny) but at night, when everything was quiet and the only thing I could hear was Robert snoring in the next bedroom, I would go over the accident, asking questions like 'Why was I so stupid?' and 'Why didn't I do this or that?' Then I couldn't get to sleep.
And about that I could only say four words. It. Is. Killing. Me.
Of course Robert knew somehow that I wasn't getting much sleep since sometimes he would wake up (sometimes and then I wouldn't hear his snoring) and hear me tossing and turning (I couldn't help it, I tossed and turned a lot) But he would leave me alone which was very surprising.
The days crawled slowly past. I stared out the window (in the daytime) and stayed awake at night. It was becoming unbearable boring. Then one day Robert went out to collect more food, taking Sam, and I was left alone in the house.
I turned right, I turned left, picked at my nails, sighed, mulled over the accident, added more questions to my list, sighed again, held up a book, put it back down, picked at my nails again then I did something that I wasn't supposed to do (according to Robert's rules), I got out of bed. I stumbled a bit but regained my footing.
I slowly walked over to the bureau and leaned against it, the lack of exercise had made my muscles surprisingly weak. I spluttered a bit for breath then walked back over to the bed and laid back down on it. I could try again later when I had another opportunity. But right now I needed to rest. I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes.
"Only for a little while," I whispered. The bed was surprisingly warm. I sank into darkness.
A door slammed. I jerked awake. I was sweating like crazy, having waked up from another one of my nightmares. It was dark. I couldn't see a thing.
"Robert?" I called, sitting up a little. "Robert, are you there?" No answer. I shivered. The darkness was creepy.
I waited for a moment then swung my legs over the edge of the bed. Barefoot, I walked over to the window and peeked out. I realized two things. 1, it was night time and 2, the metal shutters wasn't closed. My eyes widened as I backed away from the window. I bumped into the bed and collapsed on it, my breath coming out ragged and uneven.
"Robert," I whispered. "Robert." Something creaked behind me. My brain froze. I sat there paralyzed in fright, unable to move. It creaked again. Sweat poured down my forehead. No use not knowing, I thought.
I turned slowly. I never heard my scream. All I felt was a blinding flash of pain then darkness.
