Annalise Starke had known her mother was going to die eventually; she just hadn't expected it to happen so soon.
At fifteen she had moved with her mother back to her home country of Australia with half a heart (metaphorically, of course) and her mo...
I shot up, "What the fuck-" I was interrupted by the slamming of a pan? I looked over to see Aiden standing in my doorway with a spoon and a pot. He smirked before banging the spoon against the pot once more. I growled at Aiden, "I'm going to get you!"
I threw the covers off of me, getting ready to run. But that was until I felt the cold embrace my skin. I shivered, causing him to laugh, "Good luck with that, Lise." He teased cockily. I sent him a menacing look as I took a step forward. I watched as his face paled, he threw the pot farther down the hall before taking off running, presumably for his bedroom.
I smirked, "That's what I thought." I walked over to my dresser and took the outfit I'd picked last night in my arms. Then, I laid the red skirt, the strawberry top, and the jean jacket on my bed.
Very cute.
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Today feels like a day for dressing up.
As I walk into the bathroom, I pass my guitar. I've only picked it up and played it once since I've moved home. I've even been having trouble singing, only being able to do it when I'm intoxicated.
I stripped off my clothes quickly, I was still freezing. I turned on the shower to hot before climbing in. I started to scrub the soap over my body, staring at my shampoo bottle. I'm lost in thought as I hear the slight beat in the water's pressure as it hits me and lands on the bottom of the tub.
unconsciously I started to sing, something I hadn't done in a long while. "𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔," I was shocked. I had just sung a verse, I had done it! I felt my nails dig into my skin as I started again, "𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒉, 𝑰 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘."
My voice was shaky and my arms were read with new scratches, a result of my internal battle. I wanted more than anything to sing again, to play. It was my biggest passion, one that my mother had implored. That's why when she died, it seemed to have died with her.
But here, I have resurrected it somewhat.
I threw my hands down, a half considerate thought at protecting my arms. "𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆; 𝑰 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖." The hot water cleansed my body, but the song cleansed my soul.
