Chapter 24. |Sweets and Sorta Dates|

Day 20.

Sundays. My rest days. The one day everything felt like it made some sort of sense, no school, no work and hopefully, no Azazel too. 

Just me and my worries mulling together, lingering over the edge of depression.

I was slumped on the bed, face forward and buried into my mass of soft pillows, inhaling the papaya scent that my hair always seemed to leave everywhere it touched. Molly said it never even left all the scrunchies she had lent me that the scent was kind of like my trademark hair smell.

I was still in my nightdress, currently not bothered about dressing or doing anything. I had been awake since what I guessed was over an hour now and hadn't moved from the position since.

My body was relaxing, currently healing itself of all the stress of the past few days, it needed it badly. After this was all over, I was never going to involve myself in any s