Nothing Left to Say

I finished soon and took my plate to the sink.

I copied him and worked on the dishes.

I stepped to the side.

I handed them off to him to dry.

I quickly started drying them.

I put them away.

I leaned against the counter when I finished.

I finished and went back to work.

I went back to my room.

I kept working on a plan.

I looked around the walls, just thinking about the situation.

I finished mapping out a path and calculating what supplies I needed.

I was in the same house as a mass murderer. A mass murderer who had a hand in killing the only people who cared about me, but she was nice-ish. I didn't really have a good concept of what nice was. Being nice to me was really just not beating me up or telling me how worthless and stupid I was.

I shut off the lights and decided to try to get some sleep.

I sighed and laid down. I wasn't tired, especially since I already slept.

I quickly walked upstairs to my room just in case he was sleeping.

I listened to her footsteps, going quiet, since she probably thought I was asleep.

I glanced at a couple pictures around my room for a second, then laid them down so I couldn't see them before I laid down.

I slowly got up from my bed and placed my ear against the wall that would be the one dividing our rooms.

I curled up in a tight ball on my bed with a picture of my family, forcing myself not to start crying.

I frowned a bit when I heard the bed creaking and the sheets shifting.

I sniffled a little, but I knew my room shared a wall with his so I was trying really hard not to start full on crying.

I slowly slipped out of my room. I wondered if she had milk and coco powder.

I froze when I heard his door open, I did have milk because I had a couple cows, and I still had some got chocolate and chocolate milk powder from before.

I went into the kitchen and poked around before finding what I wanted. I poured two mugs worth of milk into a pot on the stove and started stirring.