I don't usually wake up so easily, and so early in the morning. The screams of terror coming from the family downstairs, getting loud, louder, louder, then fading away in the distance. I found it irritating, but I didn't know the whole story. Why were they screaming?
I felt the need to get up, and knock on their door. But that wasn't me. I was the annoying type of person, who always got in the way a ruined everything that crossed me: relationships, friendships, job opportunities - you name it, I've ruined it. You would've thought an extroverted person would be more likeable and popular, but no. I am far from it.
The screams faded as I stood up from my wreck of a bed, stepping on pieces of glass I broke the day before, leaving the room to the front door of my cluttered apartment. My walls were ruined and scratched, they needed a new wallpaper, and my floors covered in stains from things I cannot quite remember. I need to put my head back together, but today can wait. I had a family downstairs to go to, and ask what's going on.
'Caryn?' Asked a young boy with blonde hair, looking as if he just got out of bed aswell, walking up the stairs with his mother. They were on their way home after a breakfast out. It was only 9 am at that point. I didn't feel the need to reply, so I moved on and went down the stairs.
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Downstairs
HorrorWhen you wake up, you don't expect much. You feel tired, and your eyes wont budge to let you open them. Would you wake up if you were forced to? Life for some may be easy, not so for others. Misfortunes happen a lot of the time, so I wouldn't be su...
