⋆˚࿔ My Little Nightmare ⋆˚࿔

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Hello guyss!!

Continuing the story, on the same day she yelled at me, she apologized and said that things had gotten a little out of hand.

Days passed, and one day she told me that the dog was having an allergic reaction and asked if I had fed the dog. I said no, because I really hadn't fed her. But the next day I was cooking, and she saw a single bean on the floor, which pratically turned her into a different person.

She yelled at me again, giving me a huge scolding, and then I just grabbed my food and went to the space where I ate -- a small room with a table, two chairs, and a refrigerator.

I confess I felt bad because I didn't want to bother anyone and because apparently I wasn't succeeding. The things she said to me, as if I had fed her dog, really shook me up.

After that, I started to cooking less often, which also made me eat less. And whenever I cooked, I tried to spend as little time as possible in the kitchen, and I would rush to wash everything and leave it spotless, almost as if I hadn't even been there.

I used to do the same in the bathroom; I'd rush to take a shower, avoiding staying in the shower for more than five minutes, and after I finished, I'd clean everything as if I hadn't even been there. It was stressful having to be careful with the smallest details.

I spent six months like that, barely leaving the house, studying all day in my room, and I was afraid to go out to cook, take a shower, or even just open the door. I didn't have the courage to confront the lady; I was afraid of being kicked out, after all, it was her house.

Well, I have more history about this time in her house, but I really need to do some things today 'cause I have a Secret Santa with some friends.

See y'all in the next post ᯓ★