My Monster (Slenderman x OC) OLD

chapter fourteen // pain

Forcefully I bit off a tiny piece of the breakfast, yanking the piece into my mouth in order to swallow it. I tried once more, maybe it would help.

My unusual loss of hunger made me somewhat baffled. Before I used to love eating the enlightening pancakes, but now it seems just like cardboard to my tastebuds.

Solemnly I stared at the wall, making no such sounds as everyone got settled into the table. The constant clatter at the table was typical for the household. Watching the clock's hands tick seemed as if it was moving slower than ever before, making my anxious brain restless.

"Hey Alyra, get back here on earth!" Sylvia mockingly waved her hand in front of my face, making me break out of my sudden daze. "What did you do that for?" I hissed at her, grinding my teeth together.

She playfully patted me on the head as if I was a helpless poodle that was demanded to stay in its place for an extra treat. "

You dozed off, spacing out. Got anything on your mind?" I could sense a tone of sarcasm on the last part of the sentence.

"I haven't been able to sleep without interruptions for a whole week now.." Heaving heavily under my breath, Casually I started meddling with my fork and food, I shoved the plate away from me, preventing myself from playing with my food more.

An intense sudden screech! from our fathers chair made an ear-deafening noise. He looked down at his wrist, opening the closed watch to check the time.

He probably forgot we had a clock hidden behind his chair, hanging above.

"Alright, it's about time for me to get to work. You girls finish up your leftovers. Can't work or study on an empty stomach!" He told us enthusiastically. Footsteps were heard on the stairwell as the quick repeated noises of shoe soles continued.

When our Dad went upstairs to get prepared, our mother turned her attention to us. She broke out an affectionate smile. "I think it's time for you girls to dress up, don't you think? Aside from Courtney, of course. She already graduated three years ago."

Slightly, she licked her finger, turning the newspaper she had brought to the next page.

"Actually, I'll have to dress up. One of my friends is taking me somewhere." Courtney eagerly pleaded, staring directly into mother's eyes.

The eldest sister bit her lip, waiting for a reply. The woman, however, was not very intrigued.

"So, where is this somewhere?" My step mom asked her.

"We'll be going into a cafe, that's all." She replied to her, although I knew where she was actually going to. I decided to stay silent. Either way, they would let her go. It's quite pointless to tell them.

Our mother spaced out for a bit then decided. "Alright, you can go with your friends once again."

As I got up from my chair, I heard no more reasoning from either of them.

Quietly I walked back up the stairs, feeling the pain once again through my leg. I let out a sigh, hoping that no one would notice my strange way of walking. Going through the corridors, I stopped at one door-- my room.

Hesitating whether or whether not I should go inside, I slowly reached out to the doorknob, quickly slipping inside the room, then shutting it with a sudden burst of speed.

I might be injured, but that won't stop me from speeding up when my guts tell me something's off.

Turning around, letting out a sharp exhale, I headed toward my drawers where my clothes were neatly organized inside of it. Hastily I ravaged through my clothing, wanting to be finished as soon as possible.

Right now, I don't think I would care if I would wear something non-matchy, or whatever the trends are these days.

Slipping on my shirt, I had a bit of trouble trying to put on my clothing without pain. Finally, after a few minutes, I finished. All I had to do now was figure out how to not limp while walking.

That would be quite hard, since every time I attempt to walk normally, excruciating pain darts through my legs as if there were bullets being shot at me. I guess the wound was deep after all.

I only had one option-- go through the whole school day limping. If I told mom and dad that I had a wound, that wouldn't be enough to stop me from going to school.

Besides, they'd probably ask me how I got my injury in the first place. That would lead to a dead end.

"Take it easy," I muffled to myself. After a while I most likely would cope with the pain. I slowly took one step at a time, shuffling toward the door. Tightly gripping the doorknob, I swung the door open feeling a gust of wind blow at my face, causing a shiver down my spine.