Inseparable

• Chapter 9 •

• Faith •

I wake up in the middle of the night, a slight stiffness in my neck, most likely caused by sleeping on the floor. I look around, confused as to why I woke up, until I felt a sudden chill travel up my spine and I involuntarily shiver. I look over and see Hope wrapped up in all the blankets. I quietly giggle, grabbing my phone from where it was charging, and head to take a photo, when a text on my phone stops me in my tracks, my heart almost stopping in my chest.

K: You wanna go out on Saturday?

I don't even know how to react. I obviously can't text him right now, maybe I'll answer him tomorrow, I quickly check the time on my phone and correct myself, today, at school.

After planning out how I'll tell him, I take the photo I was originally going to take, cringing when my flash accidentally goes off. I should have turned it off. I scold myself.

I freeze as I see her shift, muttering things under her breath. She usually can't be woken up at all, but the lack of a mattress underneath her must have made her sleep lighter than usual.

"Faith?" She squints. I freeze, hoping that in the darkness of the room she won't see me. She shakes her head, barely visible except for a blonde streak in her hair that shines in the dark of the room. I wait for a couple of seconds before standing up slowly. I walk into the bathroom and shut my eyes quickly before flipping on the light. I can see the light flooding through my eyelids as I slowly crack them open, my eyes watering as they get used to the light.

As soon as I can open my eyes fully, I turn towards myself in the mirror, and visibly cringe. I look horrible. My cheeks are pale, I have bags under my eyes, and don't even get me started on my hair. I rub under my eyes, trying to remove some signs of my tiredness. My black hoodie is loose over the upper half of my body, but the leggings I'm wearing underneath it, the leggings I like to call my sharpie legging because they look like someone took a sharpie and colored all over them, are tight on my legs.

"Why did I even come in here?" I whisper to myself. I shake my head, grab my comforter from my bed, the only blanket in the room that we hadn't used in some way or another, crawl into our fort, and curl up in a ball, ready to sleep.

I look around, suddenly in a weird house, one that I haven't seen before.

"Faith! You're finally here." Kyle exclaims, I whip my head around to see him looking at me with a big smile. Something seemed off about him, though I couldn't place it exactly if you asked me.

"Yeah...um...where is here?" I hear my voice come out and I cringe at its' pitch.

"It's my house." He sweeps his arms around though his eyes never leave mine. I still can't shake off that weird feeling.

"Oh." I feel myself blush, "Of course it is."

"No need to be embarrassed." He chuckles, showing off his perfect smile.

He motions me forward, and my feet follow, as if moving on their own. I walk through a long hallway with high ceilings decorated extensively with pictures and a chandelier.

I look around in awe, completely shocked at all that's around me, but Kyle walks through as if this is nothing. Then again, he walks through this everyday, of course this is nothing to him. I doubt anything is really surprising to him.

"Like it?" He asks, flashing me a grin over his shoulder.

"Yeah, it's, big." I giggle nervously, and as I look forward again I see that we've reached the end of the hallway.