Fragments

Chapter 6

Ugh, I thought, as I wiped away the drool dangling from my mouth. I was leaning on my father's desk, the upper half of my body basically laying down on it. My arms were crossed, making a nice resting place for my head. I guess I had probably thought that last night. I sit up, a loud and long yawn escaping from my lips. I stretch awkwardly, and look around. Millions of papers filled with short stories were scattered everywhere, and when I meant everywhere, I meant everywhere. Some were on the bed, most of them on the desk, and a few were by the door. Mind you, I actually have no idea how they were everywhere like that. I wasn't even sure what prompted me to write so much, all I remembered was throwing my coat on the bed and sitting down with a determined feeling in my chest.

I stop looking around the room when I catch sight of a parchment paper, the only paper in the room that was yellow, since that had been the only pretty paper available to me yesterday. With a groan, I push myself out of the chair and stand up. I wince as the sunlight from the window's enters my eyes, making me go temporally blind. I bend down with half closed eye lids and rub my legs, hoping that they'd stop feeling so numb. I let out another loud yawn as I swipe the paper off the floor, blinking as I read the last line.

"The boy with the broken mind inspires me." It read, typed beautifully into the yellow paper. I smirk as I stare at it, I always tended to get dramatic when I was sad.Or hurt. Even more so when I was both sad and hurt. I let out loud sigh as I stared at the mess around me. I would have to clean this up, if I didn't want my mom to yell at me.

Actually, scratch that. Why did I have to clean it up? Sure it was my mess, but I wouldn't have started it if she hadn't gone all exorcist on me. I looked down at my arm, the medium sized cut had now formed into a long, thin, dark red scab. It wasn't that bad honestly, give it a few days and it'd be like it was never even there. It didn't hurt physically, but I couldn't say the same emotionally. I had gotten the cut from falling down on ice, but she had made it much worse then it originally was. She was drunk though, and drunk people usually never mean what they say.

That was no excuse though.

I grab my coat from the bed and with a deep breathe, I unlock the door. I step out into the living room, my eyes darting from side to side wondering if i'll catch sight of a petite blond women. Much to my relief, I do see her. Passed out right on our tan couch, clad only in her bra and panties. I shake my head in anger and disbelief, even when she hurt her own daughter she'd still rather have sex on the couch then apologize. I hadn't even heard her come into the apartment. I guess I was either too busy sleeping or writing.

I tiptoed to my room, my worn out sneakers making no sound as they touched the wooden floor. I was really glad for that. The annoying, wet, squeaky sound was getting on my nerves. I step into my bedroom, my eyes going wide as I see it wasn't how I left it yesterday. My bed cover was thrown messily onto the floor, and my black bed sheet had a small, white, stain on it.

Weird, I could've sworn that wasn't there yesterday.

Deciding I'd deal with that later, I went over to my open closet and dug through the piles of clothes that I had left from yesterday morning. I wasn't going to go outside in my loose pajama's anymore. Walking through a snow storm in your sleeping clothes was something that I wanted to avoid. It's a miracle that I didn't collapse from hypothermia or something like that when I was taking Gabriel home. I searched through the pile, picking out black jeans and a nice, dressy, white top. I quickly changed, keeping my black sneakers on. They were the only pair of shoes I had, after all.

I put on my black coat on the way out, running my fingers throughout my hair as well. I made a face of pain as I came across a knot. I pulled my fingers downwards so that they'd break through my messy, tangled, dark brown hair. I passed by my still sleeping mom on the couch and headed out the door. As I was about to close my door, I suddenly had a brilliant idea. A very brilliant idea.