Chapter 213
- KATE -
I’m itching to figure something out but I can’t decipher what it is.
That lady has not gotten back to me yet. I have no way to reach her and I have no clue on anything but I can’t help but replay the incident that unfolded between us on Monday versus what happened on Wednesday in my mind.
It reoccurs like a bad dream. Like an endless loop of hell that I’m trapped in and by my own doing.
My fingers run through my hair, scratching the life out of my scalp till I feel it hurt but I don’t stop. I don’t want to accept that whatever happened today was just a coincidence but there is nothing hinting that it wasn’t. I think I’m about to go insane.
Is this called ptsd from the trauma of staying so long within the enclosed walls of my home? I don’t know. I can’t tell. I’d hate to think that I’m part reason why Hazel ended up the way she is. I don’t know what to think.
I wish there was a way I could reach her. If there was, I would be all the happier. At least maybe then I’d be able to ask meaningful questions to stop me from running insane.
A double tap on a glass diverts my attention. My heart skips a beat as I turn around, tracing the sound to discover it came from the window. It is so late at night, no one in their right state of mind will meet someone by a window. And certainly not through a window when there’s a door. Maybe it’s just rustling tree branches or the wind playing mind games with me. After all, the inn I’m spending the night in has a lot of well taken care of trees.
My hand falls down from my head as I stare at my reflection in the window. My hair is roughened and I look like everything I had been so desperately trying not to be.
The tap on the window makes me jerk this time as a shadowy form gets outlined from outside. I can feel my heart beat faster in my chest at this. I should call for room service or security to get this person out of here.