Inside the Drawer (Part Three)

When I woke up the next morning he was still there, sleeping next to me. A peaceful look on his face and a little bit of drool coming out of his mouth.

In the state I was in, I still couldn't seem to recall his death and wondered what his parents thought he was up to at the moment.

I slipped past him and walked sleepily to the bathroom. I stood there staring blankly at myself brushing my teeth when a thought came to me.

Wasn't he supposed to be dead?

I felt a weight on my shoulders and the breath was knocked out of me. I spit the toothpaste out of my mouth and washed the excess parts of it off my mouth and chin.

I stayed close to the wall as I walked with legs that felt like jelly over to my room.

I slowly pushed my door open, my heart thumping in my chest, a lump in my throat. But from the angle I was in, I couldn't see my bed.

With shaky steps I proceeded further my room. I could already feel the adrenaline being pumped into my system as I peeked over the corner.

But I couldn't see him, it was like he wasn't even there in the first place, maybe I just saw him  in my half asleep state?

But, how was he still there both last night and this morning.

I let out a sigh and sat down on my bed, it was like I had suddenly deflated, I layed my head on the pillow feeling extremely tired.

As I begun to shut my eyes, I felt a vibration underneath my pillow. Reluctantly I pulled it out and stared at it.

"Wake up" was written in large letters, I threw my phone away and sat up rubbing my eyes, stupid alarm.

I somehow managed dressed, tied my hair up in the worlds most messiest bun, then tiptoed down the steps.

My mother was asleep and didn't want to wake her up, in fact I didn't want to disturb her at all.

When I got downstairs safely, I grabbed my bag and keys, opened the front door, made sure it clicked shut and started walking towards my car.