Brooklyn Davis always had a problem with the things people say and with her attitude, she is always getting in fights which are earning her a reputation of being expelled from school. And it's been getting worse since her dad passed. Brooklyn finds...
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Well waking up to the sound of your alarm on the loudest setting just really likes to piss me off. Groaning, I lazily shrug the covers off, turn the blaring from my alarm clock off, and walk into the bathroom, flipping on the light switch to blinding lights. I turn on the shower to warm and go to stand in front of the mirror to stare into my reflection waiting for the water to heat up. My red curls in two braids down my back with several loose strands from the restless sleep. The nightmares are back and stronger than ever. The dark circles under my emerald green eyes are there to prove that. I have never liked my appearance so I look away from my reflection and get into the shower.
The warm water slowly woke me up as I took my braids down. I thought about the dull day ahead of me. School. What is the point? I have never seen a good side to it. Everyone just loves to piss me off to my breaking point. Izzy tries to get me to stop getting into fights, but what can I say they deserve it. Why can't they just mind their own damn business for god's sake?
Taking a deep breath to calm myself down I pump out a handful of shampoo into my hand and massage it into my hair as my mother knocks on the door making me jump. "Honey?" My mother asks in a soft tone. "Yes, mom?" I ask, trying to calm my heart rate from the small heart attack. Thanks, mom. "Honey, you have 20 mins left. Everything okay?" she asks in a soft worried tone. My mother has worried about me since my dad died. Whenever I was down she would always try to cheer me up. I smiled at the thought. "Brooklyn? Do I need to come in?" "No. I'm fine, sorry I will be down soon," I said, breaking my train of thought. "Okay see you soon. I will start on breakfast,'''' Okay bye thanks mom, love you,'''' Love you too honey," I smiled even though she could not see me. She has always been loving and caring but she has been more worried about me. When my dad- Woah. No. Not going there today.
Getting out of the shower I shiver at the cold breeze that hits my skin making goosebumps rise. I grab my towel off the rack and wrap it around me tightly trying to warm myself up. Looking at the clock, I have 15 minutes left. Lovely. I dried off and put on today's clothes, which are a pair of skin-tight ripped jeans and a loose wide-fitting black cropped v-neck top. I walk in front of the mirror and dry my hair. After a few minutes, it is damp but it will have to do. I found a clip and rap my hair into the clip so it is off my shoulders. I hate my hair down. For one it is annoying and gets in my face way too much. Also gets way too tangled to deal with. I put a quick light coat of mascara on my close-to-invisible lashes and brush my teeth.
Looking at my reflection in the mirror I take out two small strands of hair on both sides in the front and tuck them behind my ears. Sighing I walk into my room and put on shoes and socks. I practically run down the stairs with the smell of eggs and waffles filling my nose with syrup and salt making my mouth water. Wow, I was hungry.
"Good morning, honey," "Good morning, mom," my tired voice was dry and breaking. I sat down in front of the plate at the table with two eggs and one waffle with a drizzle of syrup and a light dusting of powdered sugar. My mom made the best breakfast of all time. "How did you sleep?" she asked, walking over with a plate of food in her hand and sitting down in front of me. "I slept okay." I lied but she saw right through it. I will have to work on that.
"Are the nightmares back? Do you need me to get you more of the medication? Do you want me to call the school and let them know you won't be coming to school so you can get more sleep?" my mom asked me to get up and rush to the phone "NO!" I snapped. "Mom," I said. "Don't call the school. I'm fine and I don't need those meds. I am not going to be a sick girl." "But honey-" "Mom, I said no," I said with a little more force.
I looked away from her. I could not look at the pain that was written all over her face. "But this is only going to get worse. You heard the doctor." "Well guess what mom, they don't get to force the treatment on me and you don't get to either. I know you care and want me to have a good life but I am not going to feel like I am sick. I will grow out of it okay?"
I had to fight back the tears in my eyes. I would not let them fall. My mom was the only one who could get me fired up and make me feel bad. "Okay, if that is what you want. I will stop the order of the meds. But can you please go to therapy? It will be good for you," she asked desperately. "I'm sorry mom but I don't want to,'' I said, trying to calm my temper down.
"But the doc-" "I don't care what the doctor said. I can handle this myself. I have for 2 years. I will be fine." I shouted at my mom. "Please, just try it out?" my mom asked well practically begging. I sighed, giving up. "Fine, I will go. But only one day and if I don't like it I won't be going back. Deal?" "Yes, deal, thank you, honey!" she acclaimed giving me a hug almost making me lose my balance.
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"Bye mom, I love you. See you when I get home,'''' Bye honey, see you," I grab my keys off the counter, grab my bag off the floor and push open the front door. I get into the driver's seat of my black BMW and throw my bag into the passenger seat. I start the car and turn on the radio. My dad left me his car when he passed.
I don't listen to the radio, I just use it as background noise. It helps me think harder but focuses on the road. I don't know when I started doing it, it just started. I have a bad feeling about today. Last night's dream was too real.
Something just felt off about it. I shrugged it off and drove through the morning traffic. It wasn't that bad today which meant I could go to the track for a while and draw. I had a lot to draw from the past few days. The nightmares have been more vivid and realistic. I shivered at the thought that one day I would not be able to tell the difference and go crazy. But according to the doctor that should not happen if I use my methods to keep tabs on reality, everything would be fine. For now.
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