Behind Silver Eyes

Chapter 1 - I

The sound of the alarm clock echoed in my head, "Ugh, shut up!" I yelled as I slapped it to turn it off. I felt a sharp pain in my hand and turned to look at it. A small piece of black plastic was embedded in my palm and my alarm clock was shattered on the nightstand. I didn't think I hit it that hard. It must have been cracked from all the times I had hit it before. Yes, that had to be it...

I got up and walked to the bathroom to clean my hand and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. God, I look like shit. My skin looked clammy and sweaty and my eyes looked sunken in like I hadn't slept in days. Well in all fairness I had been having very restless nights. My dreams lately have consisted of me running through the woods being chased by a wolf, not something I want to be doing anytime soon if I'm being honest. I looked at my hand and winced as I pulled out the little bit of plastic. I should probably go find the first aid kit and god knows where that is.

"Mom!" I yell as I walk down the stairs.

"Yes darling?" I hear her reply from the kitchen.

"Where's the first aid kit?" I ask as I lean over the kitchen counter next to her, inspecting my hand. "My alarm clock broke this morning and I cut my hand on it."

She gives me a puzzled look as she opens the cabinet under the sink. "What do you mean your alarm clock broke? Did you drop it?"

"No, I guess I slapped it harder than I thought. It probably already had a crack."

"You really need to be more careful with your things Sierra, I'm not made of money you know?"

I give her my hand and she starts cleaning the cut. "I know mom, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it."

It's just been me and mom for as long as I can remember. My dad was killed in a robbery, he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I don't really know much about him, but every time I asked mom got so sad that I eventually just stopped asking. We move around a lot for mom's job, but it pays well and we get to spend a lot of time together. Moving a lot doesn't get you many friends so she's my best friend, cliché I know, but it's us against the world.

"Ready for your first day at the new school?" She asks as she wraps my hand in gauze. "All done."

"Oh yeah, I'm basically a pro by now." Her face drops and she turns from me, trying to hide the sadness in her eyes. Shit, why did I have to go and say that? "Sorry mom, I meant it as a joke, I didn't mean to make you sad."

"I know honey, but it's true. I've robbed you of having a normal childhood."

"No mom, don't say that, I wouldn't have it any other way. It's us against the world, remember?"

She gives me a small smile and a nod and goes back to making breakfast. I go upstairs to shower and get ready for school. Looking in my closet, I decide to go with some black jeans and a grey t-shirt, paired with my black and white vans. I look at myself in the mirror and apply some concealer under my eyes and mascara to try and look a little less dead.

I am definitely not a girly girl. I dress mostly in black, grey and white colors and baggy clothes. I also keep the makeup to a minimum. I consider myself an average-looking girl, nothing special. My body is an hourglass shape that I hide behind the baggy clothes. I have a pale complexion with a heart-shaped face and full lips with a peach tint to them. My eyes are my favorite thing about myself, they are big and a beautiful green color with long black eyelashes. My long dark brown hair falls down my back and has a slight wave to it.

I take one last look in the mirror and decide that this is the best we're gonna get.

When I get back to the kitchen, breakfast smells divine. I grab my plate of eggs, bacon, and pancakes, and sit down at the table with my cup of coffee. "I'll drop you off at school this morning, but you might have to walk home after you finish. I'll let you know later what time I'm done at work." Mom tells me as I stuff my face with some pancakes.