Chapter 1-3

I thanked my lucky stars that I just happened to have a twenty in my pocket from lunch to pay off the taxi. The minute I made it home I practically sprinted into the bathroom, my scraped and bruised feet leaving behind wet puddles on the laminate floor. My red shirt and black trousers were dampened through by the rain, with my hair having fallen out of its up do mere minutes after the altercation. In other words, I looked like a drowned rat. But at that moment, I had bigger fish to fry. The hangover was well and truly forgotten at this point as I yanked opened the medicine cabinet and rummaged through the various medicines and pre-natal pills to find the bottle I was looking for. With shaking hands, I fumbled with the little white container before finding the small print on the back, my eyes squinting as I struggled without my glasses to read the list of possible side effects. Not finding anything, I felt my fear bubble to frustration as I threw the bottle down in anger. I tried to regulate my breath and process everything that had just happened. It couldn't be real. It had to be the PTSD. There are no such things as monsters and vampires it was the only explanation. I sat on the edge of the bath and placed my head in my hands, pulling at my hair as I attempted to get to grips with the fact that my brain had just made it all up. I was grabbed and it must've escalated to the point where my mind couldn't cope. It was the only explanation. I'd have to call Doctor Patel and schedule an emergency appointment soon. "Evelyn? Is that you?" I heard Sophia call from somewhere inside the house, her voice breaking me out of my spiral and bringing me back to reality. I opened my eyes and took a deep breath, running a hand through my hair as I tried to calm myself down before answering. "Y-yeah!" I called back, clearing my throat as my voice cracked mid-word, "Yeah it's me, I'm back." Flushing the toilet to make it seem I just went for a wee, I exited the bathroom and plastered a smile on my face as I heard her squeal and exit her bedroom. She didn't need to know about the attack, she was stressed enough as it was with the baby and trying to finish high-school at the same time. Plus, the last thing she needed was to find out I was now hallucinating on top of everything else. As far as she was aware the therapy was working grand and everything was on the up for Evelyn Moore. "Where's the Boritos?" She asked once her mop of blonde hair came into view, her eyes scanning the room after finding my hands empty. Sophia and I had always looked alike, both of us having taken after our mother's side of the family. We had the same distinct nose and eye shape, although we were by no means identical. Whilst I considered myself to have rather sharp, square features—Sophia's face was considerably softer, her skin littered with hundreds of freckles whereas mine was dotted with multiple moles. We had the same brown hair however she routinely dyed hers to a white blonde, a stark contrast to her dark eyebrows yet it worked for her style. She was also considerably thinner than I was which had only recently become a worry. The doctor's warned that she may struggle with giving birth due to how narrow her hips were, and that she may not be able to carry to term as a result. Considering that, a few other health complications and how young she was-- it was definitely what you'd call a rough pregnancy. I knew I'd forgotten something. Groaning I hit my forehead, "I forgot. I'm sorry." "You forgot? I asked you like, half an hour ago," She chuckled, playing with her nose piercing as she tended to do in habit. "You okay?" She asked concerned, noticing my flushed face, "You don't look so good." "Yeah, I'm fine. Is it okay if I pick them up tomorrow? I need to call Doctor Patel." "Doctor Patel?" She repeated in surprise, "Why what's wrong?" "Nothing, need a chat that's all," I smiled, my whole-body tense as I brushed by her significant baby bump in order to head to my room and change out of my damp clothes. "Evelyn, your feet!" She suddenly exclaimed in surprise, glancing down at my pretty banged up tootsies, "What the Hell happened?" "Sophia, I'm fine," I repeated, turning and pausing with a sigh, "Go study or something." "Evelyn-" "Go. Study," I repeated, pointing to the living room where all her books were open and ready along with the laptop of online courses, "I'm okay, honestly. I'll speak to Doctor Patel about it." "...Are you sure?" "Crystal."