secrets of ghost hill

ten

three knocks were heard on the front door forcing me out of the chair i was currently in. i sighed and walked to the door opening it.

"are you okay?" i rolled my eyes.

"why are you just now asking this? if she wanted to kill me, i would of been dead by now." i closed the door in his face.

i was irritated, and my mood was low. it made me wonder if i was on my period so i went to check.

thankfully i wasn't. i'd cry if i was, i had the worse cramps on planet earth. pure torture, all because this bitch eve.

i glanced at my phone and it was one in the after noon.

i always woke up at five in the morning but today i woke up at 12pm. oddly late for me. the moment i woke up i was displeased.

with everything and everyone. and it was crazy but because yesterday i was just really out here living though.

it's crazy how fast your mental health could change. i was just not feeling good today, it reminded me of the many days of my past depression.

i didn't feel like doing anything but i had to because today was the day i had to give my tapes to my boss.

and about that.. there was too many inappropriate things said on there. i needed to edit them so i transferred them into my computer.

the only problem was that i couldn't send them to my boss so i'd have to drive out there to him, unless i got ezra to come.

but that meant he'd have to take four trips and i didn't want to do that to him.

three more knocks were heard on the frame of the door and i glanced up to be met with billie. i ignored her presence and began editing the tapes.

"what are you doing?" she walked into the office.

"what does it look like i'm doing?"

"the fuck is wrong with you?" she chuckled and pressed her eyebrows together.

"nothing." i stated simply. i felt like if no one, she would be the one that could relate to and comfort me about my mental health.

she was a killer and i knew that came with many arguments with herself. arguments and regret.

"mileena."

"what is it with you and this weird fascination you have with using my name?"

"fuck else should i call you? bitch, whore, slut?" i wouldn't protest those names but i also wouldn't tell her i was into that.

why was i this way? was it because i was hungry? bored? because i hadn't taken my pills?

i internally pouted at my self. i was a mess and couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. i hated it.

i wanted this feeling to go away.

walking past her, i went into my room in search of my pills. once i found them i threw my head back and swallowed.

a bit of instant relief washed over me.

"you take pills?" i turned around to see billie watching me. stalker.

"why were following me?" i took a sip of water. "sí, admito que te estuve observando ayer, pero no tienes el privilegio de seguirme y observarme."

translation: yes, i admit that i was watching you yesterday, but you don't have the privilege of following and watching me.

"what?" she questioned in confusion. if she wanted to understand maybe she should learn because i wasn't translating to her.

"nothing." i took one more sip before pushing past her.