The last room exuded the smell of a crisp night and pine needles crushed underfoot. I have no idea how a room can capture the smell of a crisp night, but it did. I smiled and enjoyed breathing it in.

The smell of wilderness, the feel of adventure. It was near bursting through the room as I walked in. Once that feeling calmed a bit I took in the sight.

There was a large and intricate dreamcatcher hanging above the bed. It was gorgeous. On one of the walls were two axes crossing one another. Next to them hung a pair of snowshoes. Those look sturdy. I bet they are still completely functional, as well as those axes...

On the adjoining wall hung some cabin blueprints. I wonder if the owner of this room drew them. If so, that is impressive. Huh, did they also design this cabin?

I walk over to the blueprints and examine them. Looking them over I can see that they are not the blueprints to this cabin, but to a few smaller cozier cabins. They only had a single room and a loft. Meant for just one person I suppose.

I pull myself away from examining it and clean the room. As I finish stripping the bed I collapse onto the floor of the hallway. This was the most that I have exerted myself in a while.

I hadn’t been able to do so much because… I also feel exhausted. I let out a little sigh. I close my eyes and after a few minutes I felt something cold touching me.

I am startled by the cold and it makes me curious about what is cold and wet on my arm. I slowly open my eyes and see four eyes looking at me. Wait what?

It takes my mind a few minutes to see that it wasn't a creature with four eyes but instead it was two kittens, one pure black and one pure white. I remember feeding and playing with them the day before. I wonder if they were booping me to let me know that they were hungry. I suppose that I was a bit hungry myself.

I make my way down the stairs, leaving the cleaning supplies where they were. I planned on returning to cleaning once I was done eating, I did pause thinking about the kittens around chemicals. However, if the cats were going to stay with me, which it seemed like they were, it would be fine.

Having them around did make me feel less lonely. I pull out my phone and look at it again. I don't know why I bothered.

I had been doing this every day, multiple times for the last two months. I try to tell myself if is out of habit as I unlock the screen. I flip through all the apps: no messages, zero inbox, nothing new, no new followers… Oh wait. I lost even more.

I opened the most recent conversation, checking to make sure I hadn’t missed anything.

Ex Roommate: ‘I can’t believe you did that to me! Don’t you ever think of anyone other than yourself. You know how much this show means to us, it is our fucking semester final! You were the lead, now we have to go with Emma. No talent, only here because of her daddy’s money Emma.’

Ex Roommate: ‘Don’t you dare text me, don’t call me. You don’t exist to me right now. In fact until you get your shit together pretend you never existed at all.’

You: ‘I’m sorry. I’m just so sorry. I don’t have words for what happened. Don’t worry I will be back soon, maybe I won’t even miss a show. I mean there is some rehabilitation, but it is just my arms. I can still dance.

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I kneel on the ground, bending my knees and putting my head down and taking some slow breaths. I know I should erase it, but I had to keep it. Erasing it felt like saying the last few years of my life hadn’t happened.

Erasing the people, the dances, the parties, the experiences, the experiences… I was becoming overwhelmed by the feeling of not being wanted. I knew that if I dwelt on it and didn't keep moving I would have a panic attack, I refused to have a second one in the same day.

The medications can only do so much, I must do the rest of the work myself, and so I start one of my grounding techniques.

“Okay… What do I see? Two hungry kittens. What do I hear? A growling stomach, and frequent mewling. What do I feel? That one is easy, hungry. Lets do this!” I give myself a mental pat on the head for avoiding another panic attack.

Me and the two cats enter the kitchen and I feed the three of us. I sit on the ground with them as they eat so that I don't feel so lonely. It was comforting.

"I wonder what your names are?"

"I'm Anubis" says the black kitten. His voice came out with the exuberance that can only be managed by a young boy.

"I'm Bastet" says the white kitten. Her voice was elegant and gentle, the soothing sound of a perfect lady.

I sit and stare, confused as to what just happened. I was not given a coping technique for this. I didn't think that I had been alone so long that I should be hearing things yet.

I guess that I'm wrong and that you can start hearing things at any point. Should I add this to the journal? Well, I suppose I should, it seems as though it could go right along with being a supernatural occurrence.

"It is very nice to meet the two of you." I say to the two of them. Even if their voices might just be in my head, it never hurts to be polite.

I see Bastet look over at Anubis as if to keep him in check, making sure that he doesn't say anything rude. It was sweet. I get the feeling they have a good relationship with each other.

I'm sure that someday I will be able to have a relationship like that. Not sure when though, I just feel I don’t deserve it.

"My name is Aurora." I tell them and hold my hands out. They walked over and rubbed on them.

"Pet us." They said in unison, so I did. I pet them, gave them scratches and let them cuddle against me and just took the time to listen to them purr. It is a truly wonderful sound. It picked my mood up a bit.