The next week since the confession and me being saved has been interesting. Well for many reasons.

One- I haven't had a moment alone unless I'm in the bathroom since.  Like I'm on the bed and Peter is holding my hand, I don't mind much, and dad is talking to him and mom is doing my hair.....  I'm sick of it!

Two-I literally can't MOVE without someone fussing over me.  '(Y/n) are you ok?' '(Y/n) do you need something?' '(Y/n) are you uncomfortable?'  Please let me move if I'd like to thanks.

Three- I'm being heavily restricted on what I watch on TV.  Like I can't watch crime shows anymore! Or even a show that would possibly have fighting!  I'm stuck watching Bubble Guppies and Shimmer and Shine.....

Four- I took up the ukulele. I learned really fast, but someone was ALWAYS saying that I wasn't playing good.  Usually Dad or Mom....  excuse me!?! I'm still learning and I'm actually smarter than you in this field.

Five- I'm being kept from my favorite foods.  Seriously.... can't I have something that isn't Salas with no dressing for lunch? And have not Cheerios for breakfast.  Oh and please I'd rather be kidnapped again than eat another quesadilla...

Through all my internal complaining a few good things have happened.

One- Peter has been a literal sweetheart.  He's brought me some little gifts to brighten up the room which I'm so grateful for.  Plus he kisses my knuckles before he leaves, making me feel like a princess.

Two- dad said that he's going to make me a better suit. One that will not just glow but will be able to actually protect me.

Three- May has come and we've had some meaningful conversations about things.  Mostly food though.

Four- Mom and Dad have actually looked like they aren't about to drop to the floor and pass out.