“Ugh..” I wake up to hear the annoying alarm set on my phone, repeating “It’s 6:40”, I groan and turn to my left side, having been sleeping on my right before. A sharp pain surges through my head as I turn.
I groan from annoyance.
“I have a migraine...” I groan as I look over at my falcon, Ezra, in his cage, he lifts his head slightly, proceeding to look at me.
“I woke you up didn’t I?” I say slowly and pitifully, I don’t even need an answer, I know the answer and also well, he can’t speak, so I lay back down forgetting it. After what felt like an hour of laying there moaning, groaning and just wanting to go back to sleep, I got up slowly and sheepishly, letting my feet fall onto the soft-fuzziness of the rug right in front of my bed. I slowly allowed my brain to start taking in everything: my bed, window, desk, lamp, clock, Ezra, and my sister running downstairs being as loud as she could. I looked over at my clock to see the time was now 6:49. As I slowly stood up which caused me to feel a bit lightheaded, steadying myself by putting my hand on my nightstand and leaning slightly. I stand for a second or so just so I don’t pass out from my blood rushing through my tired body. After standing a bit with my eyes closed and shuffling my legs one by one, I open my eyes, my hand now steadying by being flat on the wall, trailing it as I shuffle to the bathroom. I finally started to walk, well limp, my way to my bathroom now starting to feel and get more nauseous and dizzy. I walk into my bathroom turning on the light, causing me to squint my eyes at the brightness.
The brightness makes my headache hurt more.
I took a quick, warm shower which felt good because it made my migraine temporarily go away. I got out reluctantly, dried off and stepped out of my bathroom. I stepped back into my room,dimly lit by the morning sunlight. The light peeked through my window’s grey curtains, making a faint line of light go across my bed to the ceiling. I went over to my dresser and grabbed some clothes. Which consisted of: black ripped jeans, grey shirt with a red flannel over it, with black and white converse. Perfect for Autumn. I headed downstairs at a rapid pace, the time now being 7:20. My mom’s and sisters' voices got louder and the minute I reached the floor my sister, like always, begged me to make breakfast, “Please, I’ll clean Ezra’s cage and feed him for a WEEK!” I couldn’t back down after that offer. But when I looked away from her I saw the look on my mom's face that I've seen since I was 5 that I hated seeing.
Tired and upset. But another thing popped into my head,
“What were they arguing about?”; I don’t think I’ll ever get to know.
Right before I rushed out the door with my sister, I went upstairs real quick, fed Ezra, and grabbed my backpack and phone. Right when I started to head out the door I glanced at my mom with one hand on our marble grey counter and the other holding her forehand, strands of dark brown hair falling as she rubs her head.
“She looks tired…” I thought with a frown growing across my face.
Right before I closed the door I yelled “Love ya mom! Have a good day at work!” and shut the door. It is hard to have a good day when you're a nurse.
My sister races ahead of me but I just keep walking, taking in the beautiful sunrise, maple and autumn leaves along the way. Time is now 7:40, 20 minutes before I have to get to school.
“Damian!” I hear. I wasn’t paying enough attention to make out who it was.
“DAMIAN!” They yell, making my migraine go wild. The flash of pain takes my attention.
“Jeez! What!?” I stop in my tracks and look over and to see my friend Angel. Even with my migraine, my brain manages to take his figure in: dark brown hair, ocean blue eyes, freckles everywhere, a cute button nose, a reddish oversized sweater, ripped jeans rolled up by his ankles, and black converse. It's hard to believe we’ve been friends since 3rd grade and he still hasn’t changed.
“Oh hey, sorry, I wasn’t paying attention,I got a throbbing migraine.” I say rubbing the back of my head, turning my head slightly.
“Sorry” he said with a small chuckle and a big bright smile that can light up anyone's day. It made me completely forget about my migraine, for about four seconds.
We make it to school with at least 10 minutes to spare.
I head to my locker after me and Angel go our separate ways, grab my books, my phone, and put my backpack away and the stuff I don’t need. I unlock my phone, deciding to check the time. I jog to class when I realize that I'm actually pretty early, and go into my first period of the day, math. I go and sit at my seat, going on my phone ‘till class starts, and then my thoughts go cold.
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"Silence" Book 1
RomanceWhat do you do when the person that loved you more than the world itself, dies? Thats the question Damian is asking himself. After the death of his mom Damian isn't sure what to do with himself anymore. Crying seems like the only solution at the mo...
