The Aftermath...
"I am feeling anxious." Teresa breathed out as she sat at the table for breakfast this morning. Only staring at the plate without moving anything on it to place in her mouth.
"Yeah? No shit." Sia murmured stuffing her face with eggs and bacon in the morning, sitting on the other side of the table as Teresa gave her a dead look for her reply.
"You've been nothing But anxious ever since we got out of that hell hole of a basement." She raised her head from hunching over her plate and gave a far away look, "After That experience, I am never seeing any basement the same way again." A round of shiver went thru her body as she shuddered almost cartoonishly at the memories of that place.
"And, I am never going back there again." Sia ended with that declaration which came out sounding more like a plea.
"Yeah? No shit." This time Teresa threw the same reply back her her with a raised brow.
