Alexithymia

Chapter 1 - Hit the skids

My second ever story! I am back in business, folks! And I hope you do support the second one shot story that I am about to make. So sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride full of emotions!

Thanks to Janella Bula who made an effort to create my story cover photo! You da bomb, Ja!

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"Could you please get out of your freaking bed, search the meaning of having a life, and take a bath. For pete's sake, Hera!"

I immediately covered my ears with my pillow and went back to sleeping. Nothing new for my life. Getting screamed at, scolded and have I mentioned getting forced to eat and become obnoxiously fat?!

"Hera!" My sister calling out my name. I groaned.

"Hera Grace P. Buenavista, get up now or I'll cut your weekly allowance and not to mention burn all your books so you wouldn't be stucked in this stinking, grotesque room!" I abruptly sat up straight, took and wore my eyeglasses, and looked intently at the blank wall. I knew my sister was angry the moment she gave an effort to say and pronounce my whole name.

She laughed and clapped. "Another job well-done, Athena."

Yeah. Another job well done for disturbing my sleep! Ugh! She does the same routine everyday and I couldn't get the hang of it! I wake up, feeling annoyed, and directly went to the bathroom to do my morning rituals.

I sighed the moment I saw my face in the mirror. "What an ugly sight I am indeed seeing."

Trust me, it was indeed ugly. I was seeing myself in the mirror. And I am so proud of myself because I didn't get scared of seeing this humongous beast in front of me. Let me tell you something, I am the ugly duckling in our family. My sister always encourages me that I am the ugly one in the story but I will be the one who's going to bloom and turn into the most beautiful swan in our group. And, I never believe that.

I started washing off my face with fresh clean water then stopped and touched my face. I slowly and intently observed how bumpy and rough it was. I didn't have much of the pimples but I had enough to be called ugly. I groaned in frustration and continued washing and rubbing it with soap. A regular soap, if you're asking.

And then next, I shifted my attention to my teeth. I'm glad I didn't have those crooked teeth. My teeth were straight and white. I started licking it with my tongue so I will be able to feel how straight and smooth it was. I was oblivious of the surroundings and I had no plans in caring at all. I smiled and wiggled my eyebrows of the thought of having something encouraging and nice, my teeth.

Next, I scanned my eyebrows. It had hair all over. My sister, Athena, had one of those eyebrows that you'd envy. It thin and light, while mine was bushy and all those negative adjectives that you could describe. I believe that plucking or doing anything regarding making your eyebrows beautiful is exhausting. What matters is you still have a pair of good eyebrows. I started touching my nose. My nose is well pointed and I'm proud to have this in one of my physical features. And my lips are curvaceously fine.

I started brushing my hair. Good thing it was smooth and silky. Gladly, my hair didn't add up to my disappointments. Whenever I am stressed, or in any low and exasperating situations my hair always stays in place. Firm and soft.

I was just about to pee when my fannoying sister knocked on the door and started slamming her hands continuously making a beat. "Fast, Hers! You're almost late for your first ever date session!"

And just before I knew it, my pee betrayed me and started to splatter around my floor tiles. Great, just great! Thanks for the extra work, pee hole and asshole! I angrily took the mop and started cleaning the disgusting work. And without any doubt, I jumped inside the shower and started cleansing my wicked soul.