The storm wasn't suppose to start until tomorrow. I didn't plan for this. I planned for a million other possibilities, but not this. I rummage through the closet, pushing the hangers against the other.
"I can't find it, I can't find it."
I panicked slightly, missing my comfort shirt. Just a plain old cotton t shirt, but it makes me feel okay. And right now, I need okay. Check the bed, the laundry, downstairs.
"Ma! Have you seen my black shirt?"
I call out.
No answer. Where could she be? There's a crazy storm and the streets are dimly lit through the thick fog. I love this weather, but waking up alone like this isn't fun. I check downstairs and unsurprisingly, no one is to be found. I find myself realizing that I'm alone in a 3 level home. Walking slowly to the big bay window that sits by the front door, I scan the driveway carefully. Yup, no cars. Definitely by myself.
Taking a few steps back, I plop down on our old fashioned, green pleather, comfy sofa, and sink down ever so slowly. Feeling the cushions hug my body, I let myself breathe out.
"I'm okay. They just forgot, it happens."
Sitting there for what felt like a quick moment, was actually an eternity. I got lost in my thoughts and when I came to, the house was dark and you know who was still on that couch? Me. I quickly ran up the stairs, back to my room, hitting all the lightswitches on as I pass by them. The pitter patter of my feet against the carpet behind me.
Stepping in to my room, I shut the door and sink to the ground with my hands in my face. How do I lose track of time so easily, so often?! My mind races constantly, filling up with so many questions and statements; all worthless if you ask me.
It starts to rain harder as I pick myself up to use the restroom. Splashing myself with cold water, I try to wake myself up and get back to reality, to the now that's not inside of my head. Staring at my reflection, I begin to tell her a thing or two.
"YOU ARE OKAY. YOU ARE FINE. JUST STOP BEING IN YOUR HEAD!"
You're so stupid. That was so dumb.
I sigh, shaking my head and feeling dumb. Turning to walk out, I feel my feet buckle from under me. My arms fan out as a normal reaction and they hit the sink and bath on the way down. My head thumps against something that cushioned the blow ever so slightly. Don't worry ma, I found it.
Holding up the black tshirt, I mutter to myself,
"Just my luck."
I feel like crying. Today has been so frustrating. The world is fine, but my mind is chaotic. I think you know, so you made sure the world cried for me tonight. I'm not strong enough to let it out on my own. And right on cue..
*lighting strikes outside of my window*
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Luck Like Mine
Kısa Hikaye15 year old A always dreamed of happiness. every year for her birthday, she blew out her candles and wished to experience happiness. She was tired and giving up hope. Year after year, it was the same cycle. Come along and grow with A as she battles...
