The Mad Story That Is My Life

It's Not That Simple

What do I even want to do in life? I never really thought about it, I've always been brainwashed by him, but that's not how it is in reality, that's just my family, college has proved that, it's all different, it's not the same story with my friends, you know you always think every family is like yours, but it's not, it's all different, but why is mine so different from everyone else, I'm not normal, why have I never even thought about this.

I tilted my head backwards letting the intense droplets of steamy hot water rinse out the coconut scented shampoo whilst letting all these questions run through my head.

I slowly moved my hand towards the tap to turn off the stream of water enduring every last warmth of the water before turning the tap stopping the flow of water followed by complete silence.

Shivering, I quickly hopped out leaving a trail of water across the tiled flooring wrapping my big blue towel around me tightly. Rubbing the condensation off the mirror I brushed my hair until every last knot had gone.

I need some more blonde highlights, my mousy brown roots were already starting to come through. I only got highlights a few weeks ago, the effort of having blonde hair.

I squeezed into my jeans with a struggle, damn it I'm putting on weight, why do I let this happen to me, ok I'm not fat, I'm not saying I am at all, but now I'll have to get size ten jeans, I sound stupid, oh I'll have to start exercising, exercising, I can never bring myself to do that, but I guess I'm going to have to.

Walking up a second flight of stairs I turned the corner into my bed room shutting my door after myself and flopped onto my bed.

I hate having my room on the third floor, too many stairs, ok Lilly just stop, I sound so unfit, getting tired walking up some stairs. That's it I'm going to exercise, and I'm going to start now.

I undid my jeans buttons rolling my trousers down to my ankles yanking the legs of the jeans round my feet pulling them off, I folded them up nicely along with the shirt I was wearing whilst walking into my walk in wardrobe to find some jogging bottoms to wear.

In my jeans drawer, no. In my shorts and skirts drawer, no. Quickly sliding the coat hangers along the railing to see if maid Emily had put them in the wrong place, still no. Where are my joggers? I saw them earlier, uh.

Slightly hesitating I pulled out a pair of tight black shorts, one leg at the time and pulled them up going to my mid thigh, he won't mind.

I then pulled a green t shirt over my head then inserting my arms.

Walking out drawing my wardrobe curtain behind me I turned around searching the room till my eyes focused on what I was looking for, my hair band, throwing my head forward so all my hair was hanging infront of me I scooped it up tying my hair into a sort of scruffy bun.

I walked down the stairs running my hand along the railing letting it trail behind me.

"Dad I'm going out for a run"

His beady eyes trailed up and down me.

"Not in that, change, now" voice so stern.

"But da-"

"NOW"

I rolled my eyes to see my brother laughing in the corner.

"Ouch, she hit me"

"Son, you're a man, act like one"

With that I went upstairs, sat on my bed.

Why is he trying to ruin my life, my shorts aren't even short, I can't stay his traditional way of seeing women. We're not in the Middle Ages anymore!