Annabel heaved a sigh the moment she closed the door behind her.
Why had she felt nervous to see Mackie? Was what they had that night real?.
She thought and jumped on the bed, too lazy to pull her Black sandals with a Gold design off.
Of course Anny. All other dreams were.
The Voice replied, as though it was making jest of her.
Oh yes! Feel free to mock me.
She replied angrily. It was one of those days when she felt like seeing this inner voice and breaking her into smaller pieces. Sometimes she felt like it wasn't really her voice, like it was someone else talking to her but wouldn't that stand stupid. It would definitely make her look insane.
She reached out for the Red apple on the wooden table and dug her teeth in it, taking in the sweetness. Guess she was starting to love apples or maybe it was anything sweet. If she couldn't live a sweet life, she might at least taste something sweet.
Mackie.
