I Need Someone

This was deffinatly the best day I’ve had in a while. No Things chasing me, and everyone here, well besides Angela and James, treated me like a goddess. Life was sweet.

James cut into my thoughts. Anna… er should I say it Anya…Don’t let this go to your head.

I’m not. I just love being respected finally. I shoot back at him.

Okay, okay. But I’ve always respected you. He said.

Yeah. and then you met Angela and have treated me like crap ever scince. I said, hurt layering my thoughts.

Anna. I don’t know what your talking about. I haven’t treated you any differently.

You have. Good night James. I blocked his voice from my mind. Tears had formed in my eyes. I needed to talk to someone. I checked the clock, it was only 11p.m. I got up and walked to Angela’s Father’s room.

I walked in and bowed a little awkwardly. I still was adjusting to customs here. “May I talk to you, sir?”

“Oh, Anya! Of course, of course. Come, sit, talk” He ushered me in and to a chair in the corner.

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