Daughter of Hades

Daughter of Hades (Part 4)

Chapter 4

          Groaning, I flopped on my bed like a fish; my head pounding and forming a migraine while my stomach did flips all over the place. I covered my face with my hands, and dug my head into my soft, cushiony bed. Oh, the sweet serenity of my bed. I held a tiny smile, but it quickly dispersed as my stomach heaved its acid up my throat. My eyes grew wide and I jumped off my bed, knowing what was going to happen next. Running toward the bathroom, but crumpling down in agony before I could reach it. The taste was raw, and undistinguishable. I spewed onto my rug, wanting it all to go away, wanting to rid the taste, wanting to just pause my life and finally have a good day. Ever since those stupid dreams have been popping into my mind, my life hasn't been too wonderful.

          Tears blocked my vision as I crawled toward the bathroom, not wanting to get up.

Feeling lifeless, yet still pushing myself, I stood up and grabbed a paper cup from the cabinet. I watched the clean water flow out of the tube and into my cup. Licking my lips I chugged it all down in one gulp. Still, it didn't satisfy my need of water, and the disgustingly powerful taste in my mouth was stuck to my taste buds. I repeated my cycle of chugging the water a few more times until I could just barely notice the foul taste.

Heaving out a sigh, while waiting for my nerves to calm down a little before I walked away from the bathroom, I sat my emptied white paper cup on the marble sink while staring at my reflection in the mirror. I stared at my different piercing red eyes. I don't know anyone who has them, and I don't know anyone who wants them. There's so...weird. I don't even have a clue as to why I have them.

          I turned out of the bathroom, slowly starting to feel better, and headed back to my room. I jumped on my bed, and slowly drifted off to sleep. Or, at least that's what I wished.

"Kurai Howard! Get down here now!" My Mother yelled from down stairs. I groaned and slapped my hand onto my face, why did my life have to be so complicated?

Groggily, I walked downstairs and asked in an uncaring tone, "What'd I do?"

Her eyes grew wide in frustration. "What'd you do? What'd you do! You know what you did! I can't believe it! And here I stand, thinking that you are so sweet and innocent, and then I get a call from the school! You're suspended; you foolish girl, why would you do it?" Her voice flustered and sad, yet superior and disappointed; I've never seen her so angry before. It was like it wasn't her.

"Mom, what are you talking about? Have you gone crazy or something? Do you need to see a psychiatrist? I can get you help," I was so worried. What's wrong with her? She's not being herself.

"How dare you call me mental! The only thing I've done was worry about you! I think you're the one going mental!" She picked up a vase filled with daffodils. My eyes grew wide; she's not going to do it, is she?

She threw the vase with all of her force at my head. I quickly ducked, and heard the elegant cream vase smash against the brown wall. The dirt went flying away and the most of the flowers being crushed by the chunks of glass; whelp that officially proves that my mother's gone nuts.

"Mom, what are you doing? Are you trying to kill me?" I screamed at her. I was surely not dying today!

She gave me an evil grin. "You think I don't know what or who you are? You think I'm stupid! Well, sorry to burst your bubble sweetie, I know everything! You're not going to live by tomorrow. You're all mine." Her evil chuckle sliced through the air.

My eyes grew wide at her insanity. "What am I? Who am I? Please enlighten me on your little secret!"

She narrowed her color changing eyes at me. I watched them slowly turn into a deep shade of blood red. "You know exactly what I'm talking about!"