The New Carington Sibling - Dynasty

Early Morning

Veronica's POV.

I open my eyes to a brand new day. A day filled with hope and no stress. A day just for me to enjoy. I get the warm blankets off me and I go to the  bathroom. I brush my teeth and wear my clothes. I tie my hair in a high ponytail. Something new today. I put on a bit of mascara and I'm already done. I walk out of my room to realize it is 4 am. What am I doing up so early ? I am not sleepy anymore. I cant sleep again. Once I wake up, I cant sleep. Everyone is asleep ,everyone but me. Peacefull quite in the morning. I usually wake up with the noises of someone screaming or laughing or someone yelling at someone on a phone call. The house is never this quite in the morning. I need my morning coffee. I go to the kitchen and I make a cup of coffee. I head outside to my faviorate place. The old bench. I sit there drinking my coffee , still not much light. Just a little bit of light , navy blue mixed with dark blue making a very delicate color that gives pleasure to the eyes. The grass and soil smell so good. The smell of nature , the smell of life. The pretty flowers are spraying their perfume all over the garden. The entire garden smells like flowers. I sit there with a smile, with just my eyes looking around seeing beuty that not everyone realizes is beuty. The sun starts to shine. I start humming a random tune. Not for a familiar song. I just made a random tune. It reminded me of my school days. My happy little childhood before everything got messed up. My mom's angelic voice that still rings in my ear , that voice that sang for me every night for hours. How could I ever forget it ? I continue humming the tune of the song till I basically memorized it. I loved singing and writing songs. What happened ? Even if I got out of the arts school and even if I was traumatised by my mother's death. I should've continued doing what I loved , what gave me passion , what used to help me cope with life. But I stopped. I stopped. It was like that passion died with my mom. But I know that part of it is still in me. I have a career now. A good one. Maybe I'm not that happy with it but I still have one. Maybe I should start writing songs just in my free time. I should. It helps me express my hidden deep down emotions. It helps my wounds heal. The sun starts to rise up. The trees are dangling fresh apples that shine as an effect of the sun starting to rise. The sky starts to change colors, it starts painting its masterpiece. Orange and red and different shades of blue going from dark to light and a little bit of purple blended and mixed carefully, delicately and beautifully. The queen of the sky , the sun starts to show more and more. It shines its light all over the place. The generous sun. It shares all its energy with the world. It lights our way. Without it , we wouldn't see in the day. You can find alot of stars in the sky , the wind will blow more than once , the colors of the sky can be copied, but the sun. There is only one sun that everyone depends on. Only one sun that helps us through. Only one sun that smiles at us. I wish there were people in life that are as generous as the sun. I love the sunrise and the sunset , my faviorate things to watch. I will watch them whenever it is available. I sit there admiring the alluring scene. The magnificence that is in this world. It is 6 AM by now. I close my eyes just thinking. Thinking about a whole lot of things in my life. Still humming that tune that is stuck in my head now. I feel someone coming and sitting down beside me. I stop humming. I can already know who is beside me because of the very strong but also good smelling perfume that she always puts on. "Good morning Fallon" I say with my eyes still closed. "How did you gue-" she tries to ask but I cut her off. "You smell nice" I tell her. "Ok" she says. I open my eyes to an , as always overdressed Fallon. "That was a nice tune you were humming, you have a nice voice you know" she says. "Yea thankyou" I say. "And what did you do with your hair ?" She aks. "Umm tied it" I state obiously. "It looks nice. You should do that more often" she says. "Ok what is up with all the compliments,  why are you happy today ?" I ask. "Can I not compliment my sister ?" She says. I smile and nod.  "I want to ask you a question" she says out of no where. "Umm go ahead" I tell her. "Your hair is originally blonde. Why dye it black ?" She asks. Ugh here comes Fallon's out of no where questions. "I just didn't like the attension. I hated it. And black was my faviorate color. Not a Color anyways. Scientifically. Black and white are shades. Black is technically nothing. It's darkness." I say. "Yea cool fact." She says though clearly uninterested. She looks over me again. "What kind of attension do you mean ?" She says. I stay quite. "I don't need to answer that" I say. She nods. Fallon leaves me space. She never forces me to talk. She gives me a choice. She doesn't just try to knock down the door. Exept when necessary. "Now I swear if you ask what are you doing up so early" I say sarcastically. "Well I was , but now I wont" she says and then starts to laugh. I laugh with her. I love Fallon , I love this sweet side of her. She might seem like some sort of selfish whore but deep down she is much more. I know her truly and I show her my sweet side in return. I show her my true smile and she shows me hers. She is always there for me and I am always there for her. We are linked together and I know we will stay like that forever. Or I hope. Without Fallon , I have no one truly here for me in this world. I mean yes , I have Steven and Sam and Kirby but that is different. Steven is my brother and Sam and Kirby,  they are my friends. Fallon is the only one I can just open up to. And yes I have a stupid therapist but I never open up for her. Her sessions go like - be this and be that , when this happens do that , when people tell you this tell them that. She is not there to listen. She is there to try to 'fix' me although I am not broken in the first place. I just need love , I need someone to listen , someone sho cares , someone that I can sit with in the same room and not rip his head off or be mad. And that person is Fallon. She might not realize how much she supports me. But she does.

"Ok well. I have to go now Fal. I have to call someone" I tell her. She nods. I go up to my room and it is like 7 by now. I call a certain someone. "Hello" I say. "Hello" the person replies. "Ok green eyes. I need you to come over today to the mansion umm how about ... now , we have some work to discuss" I tell him. "Ok I will be there" he says. I hang up. Well he seems energetic. A face I have to see in the morning everyday now is Green eye's face. I still hate him. I will try to tolerate though. For the sake of business. Think in my business mind as Fallon says. 

HEY STRANGERS ! OK I AM SORRY THIS IS A SHORT CHAPTER , I ACTULLY WROTE THIS AT LIKE 5 AM TBH. I WAS JUST BORED ON MY BALCONY , WAITING FOR THE SUN TO COME UP . I LOVE WATCHING THE SUNRISE ♡ DO YOU TOO ? I WILL PROB BE UPDATING TOMMOROW , I WAS SO BUSY STUDYING XD LV U ALL.