A Crack Away from Destiny

Alexa

Alexa sat there, stunned. Finally after a few minutes of sitting in the corner, she rose, still disoriented. She placed her hand upon her temple. It hurt slightly when she touched it, but the numbing shock overpowered the pain. Alexa's "friends" rushed up towards her, faces pale. Perhaps there's gas in the air? she thought to herself. Yes, yes that must be it, like from that episode of Sherlock...

"Oh my gosh, Alexa, are you okay? He was gonna..." She didn't finish her sentence because she didn't need to. Everyone knew that crazed look in his eyes, one that had the word "kill" written all over it. Alexa waved away the question, claiming she was fine. But no matter how she replied, her friends persistently inquired of her well-being. The wound must look worse than I thought... She trudged over towards the mirror, still shaken up from the incident that occurred but a moment before. Her assumption was correct, however. The wound was indeed less than an inch, barely enough to even create a headache. But... how could a hallucination create a wound? It just doesn't make any sense. Her "friends" seemed to sense her puzzlement and patted her back, reassuringly.

"No one saw anything, right?" she said after a moment of silence and perplexity. Her "friends", like telepathics, knew precisely what she meant and replied a confident "no", wanting to appease their leader, but something also seemed to be queer as to how they all replied in unison. Alexa retrieved her backpack that had opened with books strewn across the floor. Hastily, she shoved them into her backpack, aware of her "friends" hovering above her, waiting intently for any task that might've have to be done of them. Though in most usual circumstances she would've felt slightly vexed, she more than grateful for their support. Alexa wandered back towards the mirror, inspecting her face. Her lipgloss seemed to be waning from her lips and her mascara was far too thick. There was nothing she could do about the mascara, however. If she attempted to remove it, it would merely smudge around her eye.

"Lillian, can I borrow some lip gloss?" she inquired. Without the slightest of reluctance or hesitation, her "friend" handed her some glittering lipgloss. Alexa gazed into the mirror, steadied her hand, and began to apply a thin layer of lip gloss. After she had done so, she gazed intently at her handiwork. As always, it seemed to be perfect. But not even cosmetics could faze her away from what happened. What could've happened..., she corrected herself. And with that she began sauntering away to her next class, hearing the lavatory squeak open behind her.

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"But please! I have to-"

"You do not have to do anything!" Alexa's mother cut her off. Tears were streaming down Alexa's cheeks as she racked her brain for an effective argument. "And I don't want you to even think about using the computer tonight."

"Mum-"

"NO! I have enough stress as it is right now! Your father is in jail and-and... I just can't deal with more stress right now. Go to your room and go straight to sleep," her mother yelled, eyes on the brink of tears. Beyond enraged, Alexa stomped her way up the steps. She had merely wished for her iPhone back to resume the daily routine of texting her "friends." What had originally been a mere request had turned into a messy dispute. Alexa shoved past her open door, slamming it behind behind her, and plopped herself onto her bed. She gazed into her blank ceiling and suddenly wondered what it was like, being blank. One wouldn't be able to feel the slightest of emotion, but it would also include all the negative emotions Alexa was feeling at that one moment. Overall, hypothetically-speaking, she would've been a drone, none feeling and virtually non-existent. She sighed audibly, and no sooner than she did, that a wave of drowsiness cradled her in its encasement. Her eyes began to droop, until they refused to remain open any longer. Without another peep, Alexa fell into a blissful slumber, letting her hand fall upon the fortune as she did so.