Amber looked over her shoulder, feeling as though something was following her. For whatever reason, she couldn't dwell on the fact, why her heart had been beating so quickly.
She kept finding herself looking back, she didn't feel safe—almost as though something had torn a piece of her soul out. Like she lost something she once had.
She walked groggily, dragging her feet behind the other walk holding two bags clutched in her hands, containing goods. A container of chocolate ice cream and the next a variety of different snacks.
Usually, she wouldn't leave the house at such a time, but she couldn't sleep, no matter how much she tossed and turned, her mind kept wandering to something she wasn't sure about exactly.
She couldn't help but think she was forgetting something.
Well, a container of ice cream followed by the bingeing of her favorite shows ought to help.
