Red Thread

It's odd how things begin..

"Laurel......."
"Laurel, wake up....."
"Laurel Aubery get up this minute, or you're going to be late!!"
My mothers voice cut through my cocoon of dark safety, and I couldn't help but let out a groan as I sat up from my bed, another day to go through before I reach freedom. 237 more to be exact, 237 more long dragging days before I escape from this façade of a happy family, and to get away from the 'friends' that care oh so much about me.

237 more days before I leave for college and throw myself into so much work, I forget that a part of me is missing.

I threw my covers off and slowly reached over to turn the blinds, and let rays of light stretch into my room. I squinted as the web of colors came into view, the bright colors almost blinding me, you'd think I'd be used to it having seen it all my life.

I grabbed my intimates, a random shirt and pair of jeans out of my closet and headed for my attached bathroom, my family may be broke emotionally but surprisingly not financially. Throwing on the light, I threw my clothes on the sink and turned the hot water on full blast with just a tad of cold and started to undress. Many say I'm far from average, I have Greece descent and you could tell by my striking appearance, of olive skin, wild waves of dark hair and my piercing blue eyes, in my own opinion I'd rather be fair skinned with blonde hair, but gotta make do with what your given.

Stepping into the steaming shower, the steam casting a fog over the shimmering lights, only a few certain ones standing out, the fading  brightness to a certain red one, and multiple colors that seemed alive and pulsing.  You could even call it beautiful if it didn't mess with your life so much.

Twenty or so minutes later, I step out of my room, with my hair in crazy waves like usual and wearing a simple pair of crème colored skinny jeans and a red paisley peasant shirt along with my white lace flats. I begin walking downstairs grudgingly, following the fading red thread of my parents, my father probably being upstairs in his office like usual and my mother downstairs making breakfast. Out could even be considered comical, how easy going my life seemed under the façade my parents have down pat.
They had loved each other, I was certain of that, but the seemingly endless fighting that happened and the buisness that had sky rocketed only 6 years ago had to make their once brilliant red become dull and get damaged.

It killed me to see it, but last time I mentioned anything about the colorful thread that controlled my life they scoffed and laughed at me, saying I had a 'great imagination', so I learned to keep my worries quiet especially to them.

Grabbing my plate from the counter I scarfed down my lunch quickly so I didn't have to answer any questions from my mother, she was worried, I didn't blame her, its not normal for a 18 year old to shut herself away. I loved the woman to death, but like most parents, she prodded trying to get any morsel of information she could get out of me.

I jumped off the stool trying my best to not fall over as I grabbed my back pack and gave her my most warm and award winning smiles.

"See you after school, I hope you have a great day. Love you, mom!"as I made my way to the door, she called my name and I couldn't help but flinch and held back a sigh as inturned towards her.

"Laurel, maybe you and Benjamin should go out tonight, it is a Friday night, and you're old enough not to need a curfew" she said warmly, but I could see her wringing her hands and the sad blue eyes looking back at me.

I couldn't help but nod and grab for the knob of the for "Sure mom, I'll ask him when I get to his house to pick him up." I tried to say chipperly but it came out forced as I quickly  closed the door and made my way to the drive way, towards my baby.

She was an old car my father restored for me, after hearing about one of the only shows I watched, Supernatural. He restored an old 67' Chevy impala, and she was gorgeous. And as I jumped into drivers sidei threw my bag into the back and cranked her up preparing myself to pick up one of my biggest mistakes, my boyfriend.