Tranquility

The Key

To get rid of the overwhelming sadness, I do what my (17-18th?) therapist told me to do: run. It's not only a way to keep fit, it's a good way to take stress off your back or in my case emotions.

Getting up from my bed and in the process, knock a few pillows down I make a beeline for the closet closest to me and retrieve my favorite sports bra, which in contrast to the rest of my clothes and room is a pastel pink that you'd assume only comes in tiny bows to put on little baby girls' heads.  I also grab a pair of black leggings to go along.

After I'm done dressing, I leave my room and go downstairs. Thankfully, I don't run into any of the maids, maybe today is a good day after all.

"Oh, where are you heading today, madam?"

And...
I spoke too soon. I turn and meet the face of our butler, Jason. Who I'm pretty sure was the first person my mom ever hired. He was hired before I was born is all I know. Pretty vague, right? Ashley once told me he's been working as a butler since he was 16 and that his first employer was the father of a girl he liked, which he quit after finding out the girl had a boyfriend. Then worked for some old rich dude in Britain and after that, a rich Italian businessman, before finally getting hired by my mom and some time in all of that, finding the love of his life and having three kids all with M names. Marie, Martin, and Michelle. Fun fact, Martin actually goes to my school and Sienna says he's head over heels in love with me. And even though he's convinced that I'm gonna become his daughter-in-law, he's still incredibly polite and refuses to refer to me as anything other than madam.

"Um, nowhere really, just a run around the neighborhood."

" Well, in that case, you mustn't forget to bring a water bottle!" He says, extending his hand to reveal a blue water bottle with glue marks hiding at the center, clearly saying, no SCREAMING that the label that was once there was removed.

Still, desperate to remove the small stormy cloud over my head, I grab the water bottle and rush out of the door.

Once I'm finally out, I run, I run like I've never run before and it feels fucking amazing. The running, the sun, the birds, and the people.  Who cares? Who cares so much as to be upset about other people? Who cares that my best friend doesn't have time to talk to me right now? Who cares if my best friend's mom thinks that her daughter might catch my weird disease if she spends too much time with me and desperately tries to keep her away from me? Not me, totally not me. Totally.

Then why am I crying?

I wipe at my wet eyes, trying desperately to remove the tears. That wasn't how it was supposed to go. I was supposed to be happy. I wanna be happy. But I can't. Is it my fault? Is it my fault I can't be happy? Normal? Is it?

Why am I like this? Why? Why why why why why why

I run. Faster than I've ever run before. Where am I running? I don't know. All I know is that it's home. Home. Yes, home. My home, my house. I run to my house and practically kick open the door, running past Janelle talking to Ashley, ignoring Ashley asking me what the hell happened. I run upstairs and I cry.

Calm down I begin thinking but cut it out at those two words. Calm down? How could I ever calm down? I've never calmed down once in my whole life, so how can I-

"I know how."

I look around startled at the sound. Before my face turns into absolute horror. There's no one in my room no one at all.

If there's no one in my room, then who's talking? I think. I'm going to die I'm going to die I'm going I think running to the door to di-

"Don't worry, I won't kill you."

Stopping, I turn around toward my bed as if whatever I'm talking to is standing there, looking at me.

"Well then, what do you want?"

"It's not *I* want it's what *you* want."

"What do I want then?"

"To be calm."

...

"You know how to make me calm down?"

"Yes. Precisely. You just need to follow some easy steps."

I take a deep breath. This person, this.. thing. Has the way. The secret. The thing that I've been longing for my whole life. And they're willing to give it away just like that?

"I can tell you're hesitant. How about I give you until the end of Monday to decide?"

"Yes. I-I think that'd be enough."

A/N: hey guys! Sorry for the short chapters! It's just been a lot with school and all. I'm gonna try to make the next one much longer! Thanks for reading!