Healer

Chapter 2- Gwynyth

July 15, 2005 Cortland, New York
(past)

~Gwynyth~

I lifted myself up off my worn out bed and put my hand to my forehead. My head was pounding painfully as if someone was in my brain playing hardcore rock.
"Why can't I just have one day where I can just sleep?" I complained to myself.
Then suddenly my phone vibrated in my back pocket. I angrily pulled it out and looked at the front.
CALL FROM SARAH.
I sighed annoyingly and flipped open the phone. I'm so going to regret this.
"Gwyn, is that you?" My headache is getting worse every day and calling every hour isn't helping at all Sarah.
"Nope. You have reached Gwyn's DEAD mother who just for some reason has her daughters phone." I replied sarcastically. She scoffed into the phone and I raised my eyebrows.
"May I remind you that you are late for work. AGAIN." I waved my hand in the air and mouthed her words as she was speaking.
"May I remind you that I was fired. YESTERDAY." I said matter-of-factly.
She growled in anger and I rolled my eyes. "Calm down Sarah it's not that big of a deal." I've never had a care in the world, why should I now?
"Not that big a deal? Not that big a deal!? That's all you can say?" She was yelling so loud I actually had to pull my ear away from the phone.
"Yup." Was all I could say, and all I wanted to say. "Gwynyth are you having more headaches?" She asked completely changing the subject might I add. "No." Lying seemed to calm me down more anyways. Made it feel true even though I knew it wasn't. There was a long silence before anyone said anything. "Ok, Sarah can we just talk about this later or something?" She sighed, obviously thinking about something. "Fine. You meet me at the cafe at noon and don't be late or else I will be calling and texting you nonstop." I rolled my eyes when she threatened me. It's a habit for me not taking her threats to heart at all, but I just did it anyways. The last thing my head needs is more nagging.
"But it's noon in like-" she hung up cutting me off mid sentence. "Five minutes." I finished irritated. Scoffing at her hanging up on me I threw my phone on the bed and walked into the bathroom.
I looked into the mirror only to notice that all of the corners were almost fully covered in moss. Gross. My nose made itself scrunch up at the sight.

My fiery red hair flowed healthily down my spine and to my waist.
It was naturally wavy and weird which made it really complicated to brush out.
Whatever. I'm being lazy today. I decided to just lift it up into a sloppy bun and left it how it was.

My eyes however, were dark red and matched perfectly with my tan skin and needed no makeup. The only make up I put on was lip gloss.

My dark blue tank top hung lazily down and looked fine to me, but might not be perfect enough for "Sarah", so I put on green short sleeve shirt that had holes on top to show my shoulders.
The pants I was wearing were ripped, but clean. Enough.
I forcefully grabbed my phone off the bed and shoved it in my back pocket again. Flip flops were placed untidily at the foot of the bed and I stuck my feet in them then left the apartment.
I laughed lightly when my front door wouldn't close all the way.

Nah, who cares there's nothing of great importance in there anyway, so I carelessly walked away and thumped down the stone steps.
Once I made it down I walked towards the curb and stopped when I suddenly got another call. I wonder who it is, I thought sarcastically.
I flipped open my phone again and answered the call.
"Hello." I answered irritated.
"Gwyn! I've been here for like ten minutes! Where are you?!"
I rolled my eyes and faked a gasp.
"Ten minutes? Oh my, how ever did you bear it?" I asked in a very sarcastic voice.
"Screw you Gwyn, I remember saying noon!" I scoffed. "Sarah I just left my house I'll be there in a minute." I said that with no emotion really. "Gwyn you get-" I pressed the hang up button and shut my phone off before she could finish her sentence. Wonder how she felt about it.
I laughed at the thought of her freaking out in the booth with everyone staring at her.
Instead of putting my phone in my pocket this time, I dropped it carelessly into my purse and zipped it up.
My shoes loudly smacked against the concrete while walking down the road. The street was full of angry drivers stuck in traffic. Some of them even got out of their cars and argued with each other. It made me chuckle deeply.
After a few minutes of slow walking I made it to the stupid cafe.
The front doors squeaked open and the bell above me rung. I put a bored look on my face and turned. My eyes met Sarah's, and boy did she look angry.
I frowned. She raised her eyebrow and pointed to seat across from her.