habit of just rambling on and not coming up for air.
“Are you going to let me get into the flat or am I gonna stand in the doorway like a lemon all day?” I smile
“Sorry,” she splutter’s holding the door open so I can get into the warmth of the flat.
I head over to the kitchen island and flick on the kettle, I am dying for a cuppa. I knew that I would have to contend with over protective people for at least a few weeks. I know I have been so stupid, but I couldn’t see another way out, I felt so alone and I wanted my mom so badly, I just thought if I could be with her again everything would be so much better. I shake my head remembering my pep talk.
New Beginnings.
“Here’s your tea.” Jenny offers me the cup “I have to go to work for a few hours, do you need anything whilst I’m gone?” I roll my eyes at her “I’m fine honestly, stop being such a worry wart. I will be here when you get back,” I sigh. She looks at me and I can sense the worry on her face.
Nodding she turns and heads to the bedroom, twenty-five minutes later she comes back, hair and makeup perfect and dressed in jeans and her works t-shirt. I hate that she can always look so amazing with minimal effort. I watch her leave the flat and give her a half-hearted wave as she closes the door behind her. I head to my room, grabbing my duvet and pillow from my bed and take them back to the sofa. This is what I need a duvet day. I turn the TV on and start flicking through the channels, eventually settling on some trashy film. I lie back relaxing and drift off into a dreamless peaceful sleep.
The Monday morning sun creeps into my room through the curtains. I feel refreshed and ready to take on the world after a wonderful night’s sleep. I glance over to my alarm, 7.30am; I’ve slept for 12 solid hours. After spending most of yesterday asleep and then watching trashy TV with Jenny for most of the evening when she arrived home from work, I am feeling a lot better and happier than I have in a while. I get up out of bed with a spring in my step and head out of my room. Jenny sits at the breakfast bar nursing a cup of tea and a hangover. I think she had a few too many glasses of wine last night, whilst I abstained from drinking due to the painkillers I had taken for my sore throat.
“Good morning, Jen,” I say maybe a little too chirpily. All I get in return is a snort and a grunt. “Pain killers are in the cupboard.” I chuckle to myself.
Heading in to the bathroom I glance at my reflection in the mirror. Maybe I should have a pamper day today. My nails are cracked and broken, my hair is messy and my skin is too pale. Shouting out of the door, I ask Jenny if she fancies joining me. Her green eyes sparkle at the sound of a spa day and she nods in appreciation. I turn on the shower revelling in the warmth of the water. I wash my hair and lather soap into my whole body, I don’t bother shaving I think I will have a wax. I get out, brush my teeth and head to my bedroom to get dressed and blow-dry my hair. Putting my wavy brown locks up into a messy bun I head out of my room to see if Jenny is ready. Four hours later and feeling amazing we burst back through the door of our flat.
“Bottle of wine and take away sounds great to me, what do you think?”
“I think that is just what the doctor ordered,” I reply, with a massive grin on my face.
You just can’t get the doctor out of your head can you?
Today has been just what I needed, I feel refreshed and revitalised. I’ve had a manicure and pedicure, Indian head massage, spray tan, eyebrows threaded and full body wax. I don't treat myself very often. However, today was different, I really needed the confidence boost that it gave me. I glance at my phone that has been left on charge at home all day and flick through my messages and emails. I have a message and missed call from my dad, I reply telling him about my day and to let him know that I am well. I notice a
“Are you going to let me get into the flat or am I gonna stand in the doorway like a lemon all day?” I smile
“Sorry,” she splutter’s holding the door open so I can get into the warmth of the flat.
I head over to the kitchen island and flick on the kettle, I am dying for a cuppa. I knew that I would have to contend with over protective people for at least a few weeks. I know I have been so stupid, but I couldn’t see another way out, I felt so alone and I wanted my mom so badly, I just thought if I could be with her again everything would be so much better. I shake my head remembering my pep talk.
New Beginnings.
“Here’s your tea.” Jenny offers me the cup “I have to go to work for a few hours, do you need anything whilst I’m gone?” I roll my eyes at her “I’m fine honestly, stop being such a worry wart. I will be here when you get back,” I sigh. She looks at me and I can sense the worry on her face.
Nodding she turns and heads to the bedroom, twenty-five minutes later she comes back, hair and makeup perfect and dressed in jeans and her works t-shirt. I hate that she can always look so amazing with minimal effort. I watch her leave the flat and give her a half-hearted wave as she closes the door behind her. I head to my room, grabbing my duvet and pillow from my bed and take them back to the sofa. This is what I need a duvet day. I turn the TV on and start flicking through the channels, eventually settling on some trashy film. I lie back relaxing and drift off into a dreamless peaceful sleep.
The Monday morning sun creeps into my room through the curtains. I feel refreshed and ready to take on the world after a wonderful night’s sleep. I glance over to my alarm, 7.30am; I’ve slept for 12 solid hours. After spending most of yesterday asleep and then watching trashy TV with Jenny for most of the evening when she arrived home from work, I am feeling a lot better and happier than I have in a while. I get up out of bed with a spring in my step and head out of my room. Jenny sits at the breakfast bar nursing a cup of tea and a hangover. I think she had a few too many glasses of wine last night, whilst I abstained from drinking due to the painkillers I had taken for my sore throat.
“Good morning, Jen,” I say maybe a little too chirpily. All I get in return is a snort and a grunt. “Pain killers are in the cupboard.” I chuckle to myself.
Heading in to the bathroom I glance at my reflection in the mirror. Maybe I should have a pamper day today. My nails are cracked and broken, my hair is messy and my skin is too pale. Shouting out of the door, I ask Jenny if she fancies joining me. Her green eyes sparkle at the sound of a spa day and she nods in appreciation. I turn on the shower revelling in the warmth of the water. I wash my hair and lather soap into my whole body, I don’t bother shaving I think I will have a wax. I get out, brush my teeth and head to my bedroom to get dressed and blow-dry my hair. Putting my wavy brown locks up into a messy bun I head out of my room to see if Jenny is ready. Four hours later and feeling amazing we burst back through the door of our flat.
“Bottle of wine and take away sounds great to me, what do you think?”
“I think that is just what the doctor ordered,” I reply, with a massive grin on my face.
You just can’t get the doctor out of your head can you?
Today has been just what I needed, I feel refreshed and revitalised. I’ve had a manicure and pedicure, Indian head massage, spray tan, eyebrows threaded and full body wax. I don't treat myself very often. However, today was different, I really needed the confidence boost that it gave me. I glance at my phone that has been left on charge at home all day and flick through my messages and emails. I have a message and missed call from my dad, I reply telling him about my day and to let him know that I am well. I notice a
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