𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 - 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗨𝗔𝗚𝗘, 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗥 𝗔𝗟𝗖𝗢𝗛𝗢𝗟 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗘

𝙺𝙸𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙳𝚈

I finally found the courage to get out of bed, it now being 7am and knowing sooner or later I would have to start getting ready. It was another restless night, which is probably the reason I woke up at 6:45am, or maybe it could have been the dream..

I sighed and stretched, shaking away all of the aching ness from my body and made my way towards the bathroom of the house.

Weirdly, it was deadly silent which was unusual but also not. It was never loud in my house at this time, but I could always hear my dad messing with things in the kitchen as he made us all breakfast.

I quietly brushed my teeth whilst I sat on the toilet, staring at the blank wall ahead of me as I thought about nothing. My mind apparently wasn't working today, and I could probably explain why.

That doesn't mean I was going to though.

I spat the toothpaste out of my mouth and rinsed the brush, flushing the toilet and going into my room to put my cheer uniform on. I stood in front of my mirror and brushed out the knots from my hair, shoving it into a half up, half down style with two little braid falling besides the front of my face. I quickly applied some mascara and lipgloss before leaving my room and making my way down the stairs.

I wandered into the kitchen to see my dad sat at the counter with a cup of coffee, reading the Hawkins post in silence.

"Where's mum?" I asked him, sitting across from him and picking up an apple to take a bite out of.

"Getting ready. We have an appointment today." He mumbled, either not interested in speaking right now or too indulged in the newspaper.

"I hope it goes well." I said with little to no enthusiasm, just wanting this day to be over with already. I wish I could use the excuse that it was a Wednesday and I hated them, but that wasn't true.

I got down from the stool of the kitchen counter and walked back towards the front door where my shoes and bag were, slotting my trainers on and tying the laces.

"Oh, hon!" My father called from the counter a few metres away from me.

"What's up, dad?" I asked with a mental sigh.

"Happy birthday, my pumpkin."

I guess the cats out of the bag.

"Thanks dad." I said with a fake smile, hoping he wasn't about to shower me with ridiculous gifts. I picked my bag up from the floor and grabbed my keys afterwards, saying goodbye to my dad before he could make some expensive gesture.

I decided to walk to school today, not bothering to hear anybody tell me to have a good day and whatnot. I never told anybody when my birthday was and I was glad. I hated getting treated special for being alive, it was so stupid. It was a bit hypocritical of me considering I loved to celebrate other people's birthdays, but that was most likely because of the alcohol involved.

For Kathleen's birthday I bought her a new Walkman with literally every song she's ever listened to, which she burst into tears at when she saw it. I also got her a bottle of vodka which her mum wasn't happy about but Kathleen drank it regardless.

I remember Steve's birthday all too well, mainly because I passed out on his bathroom floor then tried to make out with him when he took me to his room. That was embarrassing. I had bought him these shoes he had saw a few days earlier but was too lazy to go in the shop and buy, so I took the liberty of doing it myself. I also got him some Farrah Fawcett hairspray, which I knew he liked even though he told me his hair didn't need products because it was 'natural'.