Violet tried her best to keep herself busy. She knew she wasn’t trapped, but it was the first time in a long time that she didn’t have to go outside, that she didn’t have to go store to store, just to look for a warm place for a little while.
She got to sit on the couch, and watch TV, with a blanket on her and actually got to be lazy for once.
She tried to make up a meal in the kitchen, but she didn’t know how to turn on the stove. Something so simple, but yet she didn’t remember the last time she actually had to do anything like that.
She hadn’t used the microwave in years either, but she figured she had less of a chance of messing up the kitchen.
The only thing she could find to warm up were some ramen noodles that had dust on them. She warmed them up, and tried to chew them down, but they had no taste. She knew she had messed up.
Thinking of things that she needed to get, she thought maybe her and Daniel could go to the store later, and figure out some type of meals. And then, maybe she could look around for a job, to see if she could make some money.
Actual legal money.
The only problem was she didn’t have ID. Maybe she could go do that soon with Daniel. She wanted to start to make a list, but she could find any pen or paper.
“Truly a lonely man,” she said to herself. He had nothing around. No pictures, barley any books, no anything. Just a couch, chair, TV, kitchen table, and normal kitchen stuff.
She looked the at the number that Daniel gave her. She declared it was important and called on his home line. She waited for a few seconds, and a cheery woman picked up. “Hello Mellow’s Manor’s, my name is Caroline, how may I help you?”
“Hi . . . I was wondering if I can talk to Daniel.”
“Who is this?”
“I’m Violet, his roommate.”
She sounded very confused. “Roommate . . . alright give me a second.”
She was put on hold for a moment, and then Daniel was on the line. “Hello, this is Daniel speaking.”
“Hey, it’s me.”
She heard a long sigh. “I knew you were going to call for something. Is everything okay?”
“Where do you keep the pen and paper?”
There a silences for a moment. “Did you seriously call me in the middle of my work to ask me this?”
“Yep. It’s important.”
“How is this. . . . Violet, this is not . . .Violet!”
“Daniel, it’s important to me.”
“Just look around,” Daniel snapped. “Look, when I get home, we can get some pen and paper, okay?”
“But what about now?”
“You impatient little . . . . just look around, okay?”
“Okay, but-“
He hung up the phone. She shrugged his shoulders, and debated rather to call him back or not. In the end, she took his orders and looked around the home some more. She wondered what his bedroom looked like.
When she went upstairs, she had a feeling in her stomach, telling her that this might be wrong. “I’m looking for pen and paper,” she told herself. “Couldn’t find it in the kitchen . . . Daniel, tell me no if you can hear me.”
The empty house told her nothing.
“I’m going in,” she told herself. “It’s a good reason, I promise Doc, it’s a good reason.”
When she opened the door, it looked just as empty as the other parts of the house. She just shook her head at the white naked walls, the white sheets on the bed, the white carpet below her feet.
“Doc, you have to get some color in here.”
There was nowhere to look. Only the closet and the bathroom. She didn’t even try the bathroom, and just went ahead to the closet.
She opened the find it was a walk in closet, with barely any clothes handing up. Five scrubs at the most, and one pair of jeans, rest was gray or black shirts.
She looked around, but no notebook laying around. She looked above to see a shelve with a box on top, and she grabbed it.
It was light pink, almost peach color. She stared at it. “I’m looking for paper, Doc, I seriously am. That’s all I’m doing.”
She sat on the floor with the box in her lap. When she uncovered it, she didn’t see a notepad, no pens, not even a little notebook. She saw pictures and letters.
The first picture was an old polaroid picture of a very young Daniel with a girl his age in the picture. The girl with the short brown hair had kissed him on the cheek and he looked a bit shocked but happy.
“Hot dog, Doc, look at you, looking all groovy and shit.”
When she went through the rest of the pictures, there were pictures of him and the girl, and some letters and cards that rested in an envelope,
She carefully opened it, showing a Happy Anniversary card with hearts all over it and read:
Dear Daniel,
I love you to the moon and back. I can’t believe it’s been a year of marriage. How have we not killed each other? I love you so much, you have change my life for the better.
I can’t wait to see where life takes us.
I love you forever and always.
Jane.
She stared for what seemed like forever. He really was married, and he was really happy. In the pictures, it showed a wedding, some fun events, them at people’s houses. Every picture, they were laughing and smiling or even kissing.
They looked like they were so in love.
“Jane,” Violet whispered. “Where are you now?”
That was the hard question that had haunted her for the rest of the afternoon.
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