Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 30, 2020 20:35:30 GMT -8
The relief she felt was intense. But so was the vulnerability. Stevie had never felt so safe and so un-safe at the same time. This was an entirely new feeling for her. She loved and hated every new second of this new place, this new feeling. She frequently burst into random tantrums where she put herself in the bathroom or bedroom and screamed into a pillow or the sky. The day went on like this. She'd help out cooking whatever she could, or whatever she was allowed to help with. If allowed, she would find some hot dogs to boil for lunch. Dinner would be grilled cheese sandwiches. Simple. Nothing that would allow her to really think about stuff. She needed her mind to focus on her. On everything. On Leon. Before she went to bed that night she would face WR head on and say,
"I know you didn't have to help me out with this. I really am appreciative. I'm sorry I am such a mess. But I am grateful. So, thank you, WR."
At that she would turn and go to her bed and sleep, or try to. She knew better than to believe the nightmares would just go away.
"I know you didn't have to help me out with this. I really am appreciative. I'm sorry I am such a mess. But I am grateful. So, thank you, WR."
At that she would turn and go to her bed and sleep, or try to. She knew better than to believe the nightmares would just go away.
