The Cult [h.s]

~fourteen~

"I think I try too hard
How I look, what I do, what I'm sayin', ah
I spend too much time explainin' myself
I hope there's some time to change"

~Cry baby, The Neighborhood

Alena's POV

Two hours of sleep.

All I get today is only two hours of sleep.

Two hours of sleep is not enough for a heavy sleeper like me. I need to sleep at least for eight hours like any other average human being.

Last night I slept for two hours because I was busy making an important gadget.

An important gadget for Harry which he would be using for his human trafficking mission tomorrow. And I am very excited to give it to him.

And also very nervous to give it to him.

Would it just be too much? I don't know, maybe I am trying to be desperate. I don't even know if we are good friends yet but here I am making him a gadget of his own. What if he doesn't like it? Or finds it utterly stupid? I don't know how I will feel at that moment.

Well I am the gadget maker so it is kinda my job to make specific gadgets for spies which they are familiar with.

I don't know about Harry, he gives mixed expressions. Overall they are good but sometimes they leave me confused as hell. Yesterday he helped me in my lab and obeyed my every order which I wasn't hoping considering how egoistic he sometimes can be. But overall it seemed like he wanted to be around me. I know I should be happy but I don't know I feel a little scared. Getting close to him is dangerous. And him trying to be close to me is a mess. I would do nothing but disappoint him every time. He won't be content when he finds out I can't give him what he wants.

Maybe I shouldn't think much. I hate being a overthinker, all it does is clutter my mind and at the end I do something extremely stupid worth ruining everything.

I pick up my phone from the bedside table and switch it on. It is 7:43am, I should start getting ready to go.

I yawn a bit and stretch my hands as they feel like logs. I get up from my bed and make the whole bed up, folding the sheets, flattening the duvet and laying it flat on the bed. I like cleaning and keeping things organized. I hate seeing any mess even though I myself am one.

I walk towards my bay window and open the curtains more wide open even though they already were open. Sunlight hits my face making me squint my eyes.

I walk to the bathroom and look up at the mirror. As I expected, there are bags under my eyes. Well I am used to working up late so this happens a lot. I brush my teeth quietly for two minutes looking at the mirror as I brush at different sides of my teeth and spit it out. Next, I turn on the faucet and wash my face.

Bags are still visible but at least I look fresh now.

My medium sized black hair looks like it hasn't been touched for a long time but the truth is I brushed them yesterday. I grab the hairbrush from one of the stands and brush my hair. There aren't many knots but it still looks really greasy.

I decide to take a shower. I get into the shower room which is further into the bathroom and strip off my pajamas from last night. I turn on the knob and cold water drips down my body making me wet from head to toe and sending shivers down my body. I wash my hair, taking my own time and clean myself up from the sweat that comes from I don't know where.

I spend a good twenty minutes in shower then turn off the knob, dry and wrap myself in the towel while droplets of water from my wet hair start falling on my shoulders and walk out of the bathroom.