A Collection of Daydreams

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF MAYA FITZGERALD

****TRIGGER WARNING, MENTIONS SELF-HARM****

Once upon a time is such a cliché way to start a story, but here we are... So, once upon a time, in a land not so far away, there lived a girl. She was neither a princess nor a poor orphan; she was a fighter. What did she fight against, you might ask. Well, she wasn't any hero either, at times she could even be considered a coward. And yet she leads a daily battle with her worst enemy; herself.

...

I was pulled out of my, thankfully, dreamless sleep, by the annoying beeping of my alarm clock. God, how much I wished to throw it against the wall. Stretching my arm out I hit the clock three times before successfully shutting it up. Throwing the covers off of myself I attempted to get out of bed, failing miserably as my legs tangled into the duvet. The next thing I heard was a loud thud as my body hit the floor.

Such a good start to another day, I heard the voice say.

"Maya are you okay?" my mum shouted at me from what I assumed to be the kitchen.

Physically I am fine, emotionally I'm bruised, I thought but shouted: "I am okay mum!"

Pulling myself up from the floor I had to steady myself as the room spun around, praying to God it was just iron deficiency. After the room was done spinning (thank you very much), I made my way over to the one bathroom that was in our apartment. Splashing some water on my face, I caught a sight of myself in the mirror and had to resist the urge to cringe. Today apparently isn't my day, I thought as I took in the dark bags underneath my eyes and the acne that was strewn across my face.

Is it ever your day?

I grimaced at myself, ignoring the voice, instead looking at my features getting twisted. Having taken out my toothbrush, I brushed my teeth quickly, not being bothered by doing the job properly. I just needed to get away from that stuffy air, filling my lungs. I felt weird, the world was tilting and I could hear ringing in my ears. The last thing I needed was the mirror to crack.

As soon as that thought crossed my mind I could vividly see the lines going through it, heard the distinct sound of the glass breaking. I felt sick to my stomach, the world tilting eve more.

Closing my eyes I took three deep breaths before opening them again. The mirror was intact but the face in it seemed to be one of a stranger, I couldn't recognize myself anymore. Sighing, I dried off my hands and went back to my room where I picked up the clothes thrown over my chair.

...

After getting dressed in leggings and a hoodie which used to occupy my chair, I headed over to the kitchen, where my mum was waiting for me. At this point, I was of course running late and had no time to make it to school on time. That is if I walked. You will have to take the car now.

"Mum?" I started in a sweet voice. "Could I borrow the car?" I asked, batting my eyelashes.

"Do you think you can handle driving today? You know I could give you a lift," she replied as expected. Honestly it was way too easy.

"Yes, I know but you really don't have to, I feel fine. Don't worry," I tried to persuade her while quickly picking up some breakfast to eat later at school. "Also, we are going to Damien's today," I added.

"Okay sweetheart, but be careful. Don't forget to take your meds and for the love of God, don't drink," she reminded me, giving me a quick hug since I was already halfway out the door.

I knew she would say yes if I played my cards right. I have to admit, I have a talent for manipulating people.

Sure, just keep thinking that.