Cyrus
Day #2
Saturday
12:46pm
I had woken up again this morning to the smell of bacon and eggs.
Yes when i said i 'woke up', that means i actually slept.
Thanks to the sleeping pills Elliot got me i was able to sleep. The meds even worked better than the ones i had gotten for myself.
Which drug shop did he buy them from?
Even though i see him more as a source of entertainment, he was really sweet i guess that blood runs in the Ackerman family, unlike mine the 'Blacks', we could hardly care if you were in a point of death or whatever.
If you didn't benefit in any way you're not needed, it just how it works, being grateful is for losers and having compassion is just the worst.
Okay so maybe i lied, i Am a monster to my emotions, who needs them when you have power.
After our morning breakfast nothing really happened, we both went our separate ways, Elliot didn't have any classes today until monday so it was his turn to watch Maggie and Harry.
Thank God
Everything i did bore me as i sat alone on my bed but me being me, was contented in drowning myself in it.
But apparently Elliot had different plans and that's why i'm in this situation.
"I don't understand if you're a nun or a secret undercover spy, why do you have only black and white clothes in your closet" Elliot called out from inside my walk-in closet, i sighed tiredly.
"I have other colors in there too, i think i saw a yellow t-shirt in there once" i replied ruffling Maggie's maroon hair which resulted to her giggling, Harry sat on the other side of my gigantic bed as he played with the creamed coloured bedsheet, slamming his small hands aggressively on the bed.
"You're hopeless!" Elliot exclaimed as he abruptly stopped his searching. He came out with an annoyed look on his face.
"I give up!, but, this won't do" he mused mostly to himself.
I rolled my eyes at that "just leave it be, it's not like any one would care about what colour of shirt, sweats or hoodie i wear and i like my style and way of dressing" i said nonchalantly, shrugging my shoulders.
"Tell me any colours you know except from black, white or ash" Elliot deadpan.
"Uh....blue?"
"Look!, the point is i know those colors are your "signature" look but c'mon it doesn't have to be the only colours in your closet...it's sad and depressing" he lectured taking a seat at the edge of my bed.
"What if i'm mourning?" I asked seriously
"What could you possibly be mourning that makes majority of the colours of cloths that occupies your closet black"
"My soul and my sanity" i answered calmly, Elliot gave me a bewildered look.
"My soul died the moment i was brought into this dreadful world and my sanity died the minute you, Lola and every single person i know stepped their foot into my life....... uninvited"
"You're mean"
"I know"
A taunting smile played on my lips as we stared at each other willingly the other to break first.
I rose up a single brow questioningly at him making his cheeks stain with a red tint.
Cute
