𝙊𝙣𝙚; 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙫𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨

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Even after thousands of years I still hate the sound of alarm clocks when they go off in the morning. I slammed my hand on the metalic black clock, maybe a little to rough because now a dent rested in the material. My eyes snapped open and I sat up in a second, not bothering to be tired before I threw the covers away from my body and stepped out of the bed. My hand ruffled my short hair up, trying to make it look a little more reasonable than it had been just a second ago. I walked towards the two large balcony doors at the end of my room and opened them, making the cold air flow into the room. Goosebump rose on my skin and I let out a satisfied breath, leaning my hands on the railing in front of me and tilting my head up towards the sky. I rolled my neck and a few cracks could be heard, I did the same with my shoulders and the same cracks sounded.

I began to walk towards the bathroom and within a few seconds I had the shower running, making the warm water steam from the cold air in my room. I walked out into the room again and connected my phone to the speakers I had around in my room before I put it on play. Classical tunes filled the room, a music genre I could never grow tired of. The piano and violin began to dance around in the room as I again walked back to the bathroom and stepped into the shower.

My hands placed themselves on the wall in front of me, my head hung low and the water hit my back like harsh bullets. The ice cold water made my skin get covered in even more goosebumps than before, a shiver passed through me and I titled my head up to the showerhead. The water rained down on my face and I let out a sigh as I let myself be in the moment. It was a thing I rarely could do, be in the moment. I always needed to plan things weeks, months and years before they even happened. 

After a overly long shower I finally got myself to step out of it, a towell got wrapped around me the second I stepped out and I ran my hands through my hair, ruffling it up futher. I flashed a look out of the bathroom and saw that it was 1 hour and 30 minutes until I needed to be in the school building. Without a sound I walked into my room again and towards the closet, a place where the colour black and dark nuances only could be seen. I tore it all through and talked to myself with a low murmur.

"As if I ever wore anything other than black."

I grabbed what I usually wear, a black pair of jeans, old worn in leather boots, a black tank top like-vest and a leather jacket. As if I had done it a million times, which I may have done, I slipped them onto my frame easily before I walked towards my mirror. My hair was still damp and I ran my hands thru it as I tried to at least get it to lay the right way, but I didn't give it too much attention before I let out a breath and shrugged my shoulders. The music is still blasting in the room as I took my keys from the nightstand and spun them around my fingers a couple of times before I made my way out of the room with a whistle. I took a bag from the ground on my way down the stairs and threw it over my shoulder before I walked into the kitchen and threw the bag onto the countertop without any care. Opening the fridge with a bored face I searched it for the few things I had, milk and a few blood bags. I place them both down on the space beside me and grab a box of cereal ontop of the fridge and shook it, realizing that it was almost empty.

"Fucking marvelous."

For the second time today I feel my eyes roll and I turned towards one of the cabinets and took out a bowl, placed it rather violently on the counter and took a spoon from one of the drawers and held the ceral packet over the bowl completely. What was left poured out into the bowl with a scramble before I pored the milk in and stired it around. I ate it all in a rush and almost slammed the bowl into the sink before I grabbed the blood bag and squeezed it down my throat and took big gulps before it was finished. I disposed of it and began to walk out of the kitchen, grabbing my bag in the process and throwing it over my shoulder.

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