The Babysitter - Chapter 2 PARTIAL
Sorry guys, I'm so disappointing. I just have not been in a writing mood in forever and I can't figure out why. This is just a partial of what I'm writing so you all know I haven't died or something.
Sorry about these long delays.
It had been over week since I had babysat Ted, the young lion cub. It's hard to believe how everything happened, how time passed by, what I did. I kept worrying cops would come to my door and that would be the end of things. But they didn't. To be honest things didn't really change for me. School is my freedom, home is livable, and my father is a drunk. Nothing is out of the ordinary. Here I am looking out my window to the fields behind my house. I watch the tall grass it sway, back and forth, turning a light orange as the sun dips behind it. Sometimes I wish I could simply disappear like the sun, bury myself in the fields with a blinding light. I lay back on my bed and close my eyes, wishing myself to someplace better.
I open my eyes and sit up, wondering why I'm awake even though it's not morning. A feeling nags me away from my bed. I look around and notice differences in my room, is this even mine anymore? Children's toys, lighter paint on the walls, and everything seems so much bigger. It seems so familiar too but I can't put my finger on it. Even with my curiosity the feeling nags me to leave the bedroom and so I do, wandering into the hallway. Toward one end I see a light under the doorway and am drawn to it, I have to go to it. I walk over, and now the feeling is getting worse, I can't help but shout and hit the door a few times. I have to get to the other side, the feeling is getting stronger. I shout again at the door and something behind the door makes a noise. To my relief it's opening, the light from behind it shines in my face and blinds me. I try to step in but a terrible feeling overcomes me and I fall into a void of blackness.
I open my eyes and sit up, wet with sweat soaking my bed. I look around to the familiar room, my room. The sun is barely creeping into my window and I look out, happy to have that bad dream gone, along with that bad feeling. I grab my covers and much to my surprise my paw gets wet, much more wet than sweat would do. I wonder for a second then my senses come back to me. I can smell it, I can feel the lingering warmth on my crotch and legs. I sit here for a moment thinking to myself, not any single thought, just a flood of thoughts. However one thought precedes them all, 'Get cleaned up'.
I get out of bed and pull off my covers and sheets, dropping them in a wad on the floor to be taken care of later. I step out of my room and into the adjoining bathroom, closing the door behind me. I flip the light on and look into the mirror, my clothes from yesterday are still on, and darkened from the wetness. I turn on the water for my shower and strip down, testing the water with my paw before I step in. The water easily rinses the stains from my fur and I let it soak on me, a much better warmth than before. I take my shampoo and wash my fur of impurities, though not sure of what impurities the water I was using to wash may have.
I take this time to process earlier thoughts, why I can't just forget and move on. Maybe I'm weak minded, I never am on the top of my game even when I'm happy. Have I gone so far down now that I won't just have the dreams, but something to clean in the morning? I just can't put it together, at least not yet.