Deadly

Makeup Cant Cover Old Wounds

The sunlight peeked into the window through the rooms loosely hanging drapes as the birds softly chirped outside the thin glass. The dimly lit room hung still for a moment before the bedside alarm began to blare its shrill cry, alerting the room's habitants to the time of six am. The bed creaked as the sleeping body inside its cocoon of blankets began to stir and roll over, a pale arm extending out and smacking at the clock before knocking it to the floor and cutting off the noise with a sharp thud. The pale girl sat up and brushed her mess of hair from her face before rubbing her eyes with groggy frustrations, exhaling a large yawn before throwing her blankets aside and resting her sock covered feet on the cold wooden floor and staring at her own toes for a long moment. She heavily debated cursing the world and curling back into her warm bed that seemed to just scream her name to come back inside its safety.

 She gave one softer sigh before prying herself from her sitting position on the side of the mattress and fluffing her hair out of the way as she made her way across the room, feeling the wall out for the light switch. She reached her hand up covering her shut eyes before flipping the switch and filling the room with a blinding flash, removing her palm and blinking a few times to adjust she turned and opened her bedroom door before walking into the quiet hallway. Her foot hesitated to move forward but she begrudgingly left her sanctuary and wandered down the hall, two doors down to the left of her room she paused. She stopped and pressed her ear against the last door at the end of the hall and paused before her ear hit the wood. She waited a few moments before turning back and walking into the bathroom that separated the two rooms, flicking on the light and staring at herself in the mirror for a long and silent minute that seemed to stretch for an eternity.

  "Cala? Is that you?" A soft male's voice reached her ears from downstairs, she shut her eyes as she left out another sigh.

"Ya, why?" Her right eye softly twitched before she pried them open and turned on the faucet in front of her, her eyelids heavy with the threat of falling back into less than peaceful sleep where she stood. She filled her palms with the murky water, watching it pool and spill out over her dotted palms before the thudding of the old floorboards on the stairs rang down the once quiet hall.

"I just wasn't sure if you were actually going to get up to the alarm or not, I figured I would have to rip you out of bed." Her eyes lifted from the water to stare at the male figure in the bathroom doorway.

"How kind of you to consider that option brother dear." She glared faintly before splashing the water into her face with a gentle shiver, spitting a bit of water back into the sink that had made its way past her lips to her displeasure. It tasted of metal and a bit of bleach while still somehow managing to smell of the sewer.

The boy rolled his eyes and leaned his head against the doorframe. "The world's famous Calamity attitude didn't seem to change with the move I see." He watched as the girl hunched over in front of him mocked his voice silently with her lips as she reached for a towel to dry her face. Once dry she straightened her posture and reached up, opening the tiny mirror cabinet and fishing out a few bottles of makeup.

"I didn't even want to move here; I was perfectly fine staying with Aunt Jance and Uncle Phil." She shut the mirror with a bit of a slam, watching the glass shake slightly in its frame. "Why did you even make me move out here with you?"

"Well, I didn't make you. Aunt Jance did. If you felt like accurately pointing blame you can pin it on her. I am technically the first on the list for next of kin and in my opinion, if I may be so bold as to give it, this move is best for you and it is where I am stationed so if anything happens when I am away, I have people here to check in on you. I worry about you, you know." He crossed his arms as he watched her squirt a bit of foundation over her skins and fish in a small bag for a brush, the tip of which was also dyed the same color as the cream on her skin.