Rachel Graham s Precious Little Life Chapter 1
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My realization plagued me all day. I was like a zombie at work, my
thoughts entirely focused on who else could've possibly been in my head.
I knew one thing, though: They weren't welcome.
"Glue brush," I heard Luke say, as if he were a million miles away.
"That's a terrible band name," I murmured.
"Rachel! Glue brush!" He raised his voice, which snapped me out of my
funk.
"Oh! Yeah!" I grabbed the brush and jar of glue from the hot pot and
transferred it to him, and watched as he worked. It was getting hard to
focus. So much new information to process, so much more stuff I needed
to investigate. I had a therapy appointment in two days, and another
visit with the specialist the week after that. I could only hope that
someone, maybe someone with more knowledge and experience, could help me
make sense of the situation.
I forced myself through the abbreviated workday and rushed home at 3:30
PM to examine the pictures further. Maybe I'd get lucky, and there would
be something that gave me a clue of where to start, at least. I put on
some music and started looking at every picture closely. Who, or
whatever it was, only appeared in four pictures, and was out of focus in
all of them. I was taking pictures of the inside of the house, and
happened to catch the neighborhood through windows. It was moving, and
fast, judging by the blur. In two it had been going down the street in
one direction, in the others, the opposite. Coming and going, I suppose.
My tummy started growling, and it was at that point I realized I hadn't
eaten since the crackers I had in subspace. I wasn't going to have any
revelations on an empty stomach, so I got up to check what I had, and fix
some food. As I was getting things out, the things Steven had said to
me, the fact that he knew how I arranged my kitchen and organized my
fridge unnerved me. I microwaved a plate full of pizza rolls, and while
they were cooking, I took a conscious effort to shuffle where everything
was in the fridge and freezer. It would take getting used to, but I had
to distance myself from the character he'd "created".
I ate, and thought about the pictures. It looked like a person, alright.
I'd come to the conclusion that it was, in fact, a person, dressed in
black, with either dark hair or a hoodie. I wasn't going to learn
anything else from staring at a few blurry pictures, and dwelling on it
was beginning to give me another headache. I turned on the TV, let the
droning combined with the music provide background noise, and whipped out
my phone.
Reddit. Nada. Facebook. Nada. Nothing on the internet was really
catching my attention. Sulyn was eating dinner with her family. There
was one thing I could do, though. Steven knew my apartment. He knew
everything about me. If I changed things, little by little, maybe I
could get some semblance of self back.
Step one was going to be cleaning the apartment, and getting things
organized. I'd never been one to have a very clean house, so this would
be a good change. I loaded up the dishwasher and bundled up all my dirty
laundry to take to the laundromat. While the dishwasher ran, I dumped
all my clean clothes onto my bed, and emptied my closet. I sorted
through everything, keeping only about half of my stuff. I made a
separate bundle to donate; none of my stuff was new or in-style enough to
consider selling. I ran out of garbage bags throwing everything away.
I'd forgotten how nice this place could look if I took care of it, and it
was small enough that cleaning didn't take very long at all.
I got the dishes put away from the dishwasher and took the dirty laundry
out to my car. I sent an email to Sulyn telling her I'd be out for the
rest of the day, but that she could call me if she wanted. We didn't
talk on the phone often, especially since I'd finally gotten my
computer's voice chat setup a few weeks ago, but I did miss talking to
her, and we hadn't talked much lately. I'd been so distracted with all
that was going on, it was getting harder and harder to find time to just
sit at the computer and talk. Not to mention that my dreams had been
featuring the unwelcome intruder more and more.
First stop was the laundromat. Three loads, three handfuls of quarters.
I did some redditing while the clothes were washing, then after putting
them in the dryer I headed next door to the convenience store to get a
drink. The good thing about this laundromat was that it was very fast,
and although I was waiting for it all to finish this time, it was secure;
I could've easily left and gone on to the grocery and come back to
undisturbed laundry. I think it was the fact that I wore thrift shop
specials in a part of town known for high fashion attitudes.
Once everything was dried and bundled back up, I headed home. No more
piles of clothes, I was finally going to organize my closet and dresser.
Definitely gonna do that. After carting everything back upstairs,
though, my motivation was waning. I managed to get everything folded and
mostly put away, but I realized that I didn't actually have enough space
for all my clothes. I was going to have to pare down even more, but I
was too tired to do that right then.
I got online, but by then Sulyn was in bed. She'd responded, and we were
both counting down the days until her visit. Lately for me, though, it
had become a halfhearted countdown. I had so much going on in my life,
right now, that a relationship really was the last thing I needed. But I
did love her, and that wasn't going to change.
I did some web surfing, practiced violin for about an hour, and passed
out on the couch.
That night, I dreamed I was Pinnochio, breaking free of the strings but
always having to watch out. I dreamed that there were wild animals
chasing me, and that I was finally playing in the Boston Pops Orchestra,
but I was naked in the first chair. The dream that woke me up, though,
was of the mystery courier girl. I was alone in a shopping mall, and she
just slid straight past me, not even acknowledging my existence, dressed
in biker leathers. I tried to follow her, but she was on some crazy-fast
rollerblades.
I awoke with a start, and my phone alarm was going off. It apparently
had been for a while, because it was almost a quarter past 7. I rolled
off of my mattress and hit the floor with a thud. No more pile of
clothes to fall onto. I stood up and rubbed my tailbone where I'd
fallen. That could be dangerous if I didn't remember that, or if I ever
managed to get a proper bed frame.
Coffee, Shower, Internet. 7 AM my time was 9 AM Sulyn's time, which
meant she'd be up and we'd be able to take.
Hey! :D
Hewwo :)
So how was your night?
It was ok. I got a lot of cleaning done, and I spent an insane
amount of time messing with clothes. I had no idea I had so much
LOL
How many times have you told me you got like 5 entire outfits
at goodwill??
Yeah, I get that now. I just don't have room for everything :(
I sorry :( You didn't get rid of anything cute did you?
Some stuff, yeah. Stuff that I wasn't gonna wear, plus all the
winter stuff that I don't need anymore :p
Oh yeah :p so what are you up to today?
I have an audition at 10 for some stupid commercial :/
Cool :D Good luck!
Thanks :)
17 days :)
17 days :D
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