The Legend of Lakeview

Chapter one: Good morning...i think.

Beep Beep Beep Beep.

No...

Beep Beep Beep Beep.

Mmn..

Beep beep beep. Snap.

"Eathen wake up!"

I jumped out of bed as soon as I heard the sound of my alarm clock being broken into mere pieces. My mother threw a shoe at it about every morning due to how annoying it was. Just suddenly it deside to break today of all days. I didn't blame her about throwing it though. I'll just have to only stay up till midnight tonight. Waiting for my birthday as I did about every year. This year was special to me though. I'm turning twenty-one.

March 30th.

I revisited my memory of back when my friend group was still together, we made jokes to my friends, on how I should have been a joke. Hilarious, honestly.

I stretched, moving my hands into the covers to find my phone. Aha. Found it.

4:32 p.m

I groaned in mere dissapointment of having to get up and get ready. Before I felt clothes being dropped onto my face. Clean of course. The fabric still felt warm from the drier, holding the sent of the dryer sheets. Lavender I believe.

"Happy birthday dear! Get dressed! I have to go to work and so do you. I have night shift tonight so I made you a cake in the fridge! No touchy."

My mother was always like this in the early mornings. I didn't care of course due to the habit of being around her 24/7. My routine was boring. But it's nothing entirely much. Thanking her for every meal she gave me, then standing up get ready to go to work, go home do a hobby, talk to some friends in my old highschool, then go to sleep. Entirely simple.

I sat up in my bed, rubbing my eyes from the pure exhaustion I was experiencing. Zoning out looking at the nearby window I let myself be lost into my thoughts. My head popping up a series of numbers. Remembering it's my birthday.

"Ah thank you mom and okay."

I thanked before standing up and walking to my dresser. It was a wooden dresser. One with a mirror as well as multiple small shelves encased into the wood. The same dresser that has been passed down from generation. Some of us making settle adjustments in case to wood tried to rot. Pulling out the first drawer, getting my things together picking up particular sweatshirt.
It was a half white half black crock top sweatshirt. Leaning a bit more into the dresser, lifting up my black Jean's along with a chain to fit around the belt of my pants.

I looked into the mirror the tattoo on the back of my hand really did show. I got it specifically to cover a birthmark snaking around the back of my hands to my elbows. The tattoo was a pink eye a fade effect on it as well ad chains going up my arms in black ink. The rest of my arm being a black. Until it was past my elbow. My mom freaked out about that one. Every time we went out to a fancy restaurant with her soon to be husband, she'd grab some heavy concealer rubbing them up my arms.
I can see how she could get embarrassed me having so many tattoos but she never desired to hide the snake tattoo that goes around her neck. She got that one for a simmilar experience. To cover something. When I was younger we both lived with my father. It wasn't the best experience to say the least. The snake was concealing a scar from my father. He wrapped a binding of rope around her neck in attempts to kill her in our garage. Twelve year old me decided to grab the knife from the kitchen driving it into his back. He lived of course. It wasn't enough to kill him. My mother was relieved since one, she got to keep her life, and two she didnt have to pay for the medical expenses. Due to self defence and attempt at murder of course.