I laid on my bed. All the girls were home and it was a tornado downstairs. “Liz, dinner!” Charlotte shouted. Great. I shut down my laptop and went downstairs. I wasn’t eager for dinner for two reasons: I was not hungry, more the opposite and I still felt uncomfortable like hell. Phoebe and Daisy where talking about their day and I tuned out after a few seconds. Not that I didn’t care, but the two girls where… Hyperactive. “By the way, can I borrow your serial killers?’, Louis asked randomly. “Why, who? Maybe I can do it.” “To make them shut up.” He referred to his two youngest sisters. “Just give them a lollypop or something.” I starred at the plate with food. “May I leave?” I asked. “You’re sure?” Mark asked. “Yeah, I am not very hungry.” Jay nodded. “Thanks.”

I took a warm and long shower. But, I studied myself and came to the conclusion I had a few things to do. First of all, smart me discovered she’d forgotten to clean the mascara of my eyes. Great. I cleaned my face and I was amazed how much mascara fitted on my eyelashes. I scrubbed and shaved my legs. “Damn.” I cut myself in my ankle. A place that never stops bleeding. Sort of. There was a reddish river at my ankle and the cut stung like hell. Again, great. I carefully patted the cut, with no result but bloodstains on the towel. I sighed. I folded the towel in a way in which you could not see the stains and went back to my room. I put a bandage around my ankle, which didn’t help much. But well, it was something.

“What is this?” I looked up from my laptop. “It is a towel.” Louis gave me a furious look. I swear, if looks could kill, I’d be so freaking dead right now. “And care to explain this?” He unfolded it and showed the stains. Damn, I thought I’d hid it well enough. Guess not. “No,” I said in a light ‘why-the-hell-would-I-explain-this-to-you’ voice. It only pissed him off more. I wanted to turn back to my laptop, but he stopped me. He grabbed my wrists and tried to turn them over. “Louis, stop. You’re hurting me!” I yelled. He pulled up one of my sleeves and looked surprised and relieved. “Now happy?” I asked furious. “I… I thought…” he started. “Get out, now!” I fell on my bed and hid my face in my pillow. After a few minutes, somebody else entered my room. It was Felicite. She tried to comfort me, but didn’t really succeed. But, in the end I fell asleep, which isn’t much better than being awake.

Notes

Okay, so I wrote this between one of the weirdest Whapp chats in a long time, work and tumblr. And the realisation that next week, this time, I'll be in school again >< Not sure yet if I want to go or not... Pffft, first world problems.

Okay, anyway, hope you like it. I am going back to fangirling ^^ I'll update asap, but you know, I find it self very difficult to believe, but I have a life besides internet 0: )

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