DEATH WISH - j.hale

RHIANNON - 21

LIKE EVERY DAY, Sara woke with a loud groan. The blaring of her alarm shot through the quiet undisturbed room, waking the sleeping girl as the noise blared through her head.

Reaching out her hand, she fumbled to press the off button, but finally, she was able to slam her hand against it and end the horrendous ear-splitting noise.

With a loud yawn, she sat up, rubbing the sleep from her tired eyes before stretching. She honestly did not want to leave the warmth and comfort that her bed held and stored for her, but she sadly knew she couldn't hide from the nightmare that was known as school for long, and rather reluctantly, she threw back the blanket and stepped onto the cold flooring of her room.

As she stood, her eyes met her body mirror, a frown falling upon her features as she examined herself. Purple shadows presented themselves under her eyes, and her skin looked a more-than-usual pale complexion. Her hair was knotted, the blonde mess of curls falling to her waist in messy waves.

Her bottom lip pouted slightly as she reached up, her hands trying to tame the mess upon her head as she turned to find some clothing. She found herself standing in front of her closest, standing at it empty mindlessly as her eyes scanned along the hanging items.

The sound of rain caught her attention, her head turning to glance outside the window. The sky, of course, was grey, which wasn't exactly surprising, but as Sara looked at the dull and gloomy weather that cast itself outside, she realized she felt oddly the same way. Her head ached, her eyes burning with every single blink as she tried to stay awake.

Finally, she was able to find the will to look away from the window and back to her closet, deciding to just go with a comfy outfit today. She grabbed some black jeans, a Beatles hoodie, and some black shoes, sluggishly throwing them on. She put her hair in a ponytail, ignoring the few strands that had fallen out. She simply didn't care today.

She grabbed her backpack, slinging it over her shoulder before casting one last glance at her room and leaving.

Like usual, a pot of coffee sat untouched — a gesture her mother did every morning for her daughter. Sara smiled lightly, grabbing a mug and pouring some of the black liquid into the cup eagerly. As she glanced at the clock, she noticed how she was actually early for once, and she had about 20 minutes until she had to leave. So, she leaned against the counter and decided to slowly sip her coffee and scroll through her phone in order to pass time. Remembering the conversation she had had before going to sleep, she texted the man.

SARA
6:30 am - morning daddy :)

She smirked to herself, taking another sip of the burning liquid in her mug. She wondered if he maybe hadn't been awake yet— that maybe he was one of those people who sleep in until the very last minute before rushing to get dressed. I mean, she wasn't the one to judge. Even she had her off days when it came to sleeping in. Finally, however, the message was marked as read and she could see he was texting back.

JASPER
6:34 am - Don't call me that.

SARA
6:35 am - I thought you weren't
opposed to it, cowboy.

JASPER
6:36 am - I lied.

SARA
6:38 am - fine, I'll stop.
But you have to ask nicely

JASPER
6:39 am - I'm going to kill you

SARA
6:41 am - oh no. Are you gonna pull a Hannah Montana and '
hoe-down throw-down' me?