Unease

Morning

I woke up to a loud bang. Mom and Lucy are at it already this morning. A deep sigh escapes my lips, causing a cloud to form. Why is my room always so cold? It probably has something to do with it being in the basement. I sit up in my bed. I instantly shiver when I crawl out from under my warm blanket. What time is it?
I pick up my broken phone. Lucy broke it when he knocked it out of my hand. It doesn't even work. I can turn it on and unlock it. That's about it. It freezes and spazzes out, so I can't use it. I push the little pink button on the side of the phone and the screen lights up.
Well, not all of it. The black burns under the screen show no light. The big white numbers on the screen show 6:30. I should get ready for school.
I go to put down my phone when a small pain shoots through my fingers. Damn it, small pieces of glass fell out from the screen when I poked the screen. I’ll get them out later. I toss the phone into a drawer and push it close. The whole stand shakes.
Why must just about everything in my room be broken? My room is practically falling apart paint patches are missing from the tan walls, the carpet is old, stained, and torn up, it's always too cold, the vent doesn't work for this room. I’m tired. I walk over to the closet and pull open the light tan curtains. I shuffle through my shirts for a bit before pulling out a black skull and mirror shirt. I toss it onto my bed and pull out an oversized camo jacket. I've never actually worn this before.
I toss it onto the bed as well and walk over to the wooden dresser under one of the windows. The old teal curtain is stuck behind it. They don't fit the tiny basement windows. While pulling open the drawer, I notice glass panels stuck together on the floor. Why won't these stupid panels stay on the wall?
They're not even real glass. I pick them up and start to pull them apart. With a loud snap and cracking noise, one breaks into 3 jagged pieces. “Oh my fuck…”. I’m too tired for this, I just want to get dressed. I throw them onto the group and rip the one that stayed off of the wall. I’ll just throw them out on my way to the bus.
I pull out my some-what baggy black jeans and slide them on. I throw on my shirt, my 3 line chain, my brown leather skull bracelet, black spiked bracelet with black spikes on one arm and  my plain black leather bracelet, and the matching white with black spikes on my other arm. I also put on my studded belt with my bike chain. I zip up my knee-high black boots and buckle the leather strap on each boot. I let out a breath. Who knew it takes so long just to get dressed.
I grab the mirrors and my backpack and brace myself to go upstairs. Lucy and mom are still yelling at each other. I open the baby gate at the top of the stairs and close it again. I walk into the living room, where Lucy and Mom are. I place my bag down and chuck the mirrors by the trash can. They won't fit in it.
I walk to the bathroom and start brushing my teeth. While I'm brushing my teeth, I can see just how yellow my teeth are in the mirror. I sigh. They look white-ish, but deftly not next to the white toothpaste. I spit out the toothpaste into the running water and start fluffing my hair. It doesn't take too long. All I do is curl it then brush it ok.
I’m halfway done when I hear a loud bang, causing me to jump. I hear the baby start crying. I practically threw down the curler and slid out of the bathroom and ran through the kitchen. I swear to Christ if they hurt Selena.
In the kitchen doorway, walking away from the living room, I see Lucy. She's so pissed off you can practically see the steam coming out of her ears. She opens the baby gate, slams it, and runs down the stairs. The gate didn't lock. I walk over to the couch where Mom is holding Nina. She's screaming off her head now.
“Selena, That’s enough” she shouts at the baby. I can tell she's getting up.
“What happened? Is she ok?”
“ She's fine, Lucia just threw her bag on the ground, scaring her.”
“What were you guys fighting about?”
“The brat got caught in a lie, she's been taking money out of my wallet. A $20 bill is missing from my wallet, and she just so happens to have $20 in her wallet. I don't know where she keeps getting all of her money. She doesn't have a job, she just sits around all day.”
I don't really know what to say. Ma complains about Lucy a lot. “But, Nina is ok, right?”
“Yes, now go away. You're just pissing me off more.”
“Sorry Ma…”
This is what I get for talking to my mom. It's ok, though, as long as Nina is ok. I walk back into the bathroom and pick up the curler again. I’m surprised by a stinging pain in my hand. I drop the hot tool back onto the counter.
I burnt my hand when I tossed it down. Why didn't I feel it at first? Just my luck, my burnt just about my entire palm. Of course, it’s my writing hand, Why wouldn't it be?
I pick back up the tool and finish curling my hair. I unplug the curler. I brush out my hair and throw the comb into the drawer. I already hate this day. Can I just go back to bed? No, I would get yelled at.
I grab my coat from the top of the tub when I place it and put it on. I immediately feel a sting on my neck. I checked my neck in the mirror to see I also burnt my neck. Whatever. I turn off the light and walk into the kitchen to check the time on the stove. 7:37. Better get to the bus stop.
“LUCY! LET’S GO!” I yell down the stairs. I don't wait for her. I walk out to the garage. I lift the door and let it slam behind me.