Insane // Rafe Cameron

ONE

Beep Beep...

The alarm clock on my bedside table starts ringing, which jolted me out of my too nice dream. I groan in response, my head pounding from the sudden noise.

With heavy eyelids, I reach out to slam the snooze button, but it seems to mock me, refusing to cooperate. Ugh... piece of shit.

Beep Beep...

The relentless beeping continues, piercing through the quiet morning air. I turn in the bed in frustration, trying to drown out the noise with my pillow.

It's like an annoying fight of wills between me and the alarm clock, and it's sadly winning.

Beep Beep...

Finally, I throw the pillow aside, sitting up in bed with a huff. My room is dimly lit, the curtains drawn tight against the bright morning sun, but the light still seeps through, adding to my headache.

I squint at the clock, the numbers glaring back at me as if they know I was supposed to be up for a hour ago.

I rub my temples, trying to remember what I had planned for today. Was it Monday? Or Tuesday?

Either way, I know I have responsibilities waiting for me, like a mountain of laundry and a pile of assignments that seemed to multiply overnight.

The thought makes me groan again, but the alarm clock doesn't care about my struggles.

Beep Beep...

"Fine! I'm up!" I shout, more to myself than the clock. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, feeling the cold floor against my feet.

The world outside seems alive, birds chirping and cars rumbling, but in my room, it's just me and this infernal clock. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the day ahead.

As I shuffle to the bathroom, I can't help but think about how today will unfold. Would it be just another day of monotony, or would something unexpected happen?

-Little did I know.

I glance back at the clock, still taunting me with its incessant beeping. Maybe I should just throw it out the window. But for now, I have to face the music, or at least the morning.

I finished up in the bathroom before going back to my room, walking over to my closet tiredly.

I hastily throw on an oversized sweatshirt and some comfy gray pants before making my way downstairs to look for food.

As I come down the stairs, I notice that it's completely quiet. Strange - I was sure my parents would be home today, well, that's what they said.

I quickly move down the quiet hallway on my way to the kitchen, but froze in my movements.

I spot two black suitcases just staying there, blocking the front door. Confusing spreading all over my face.

They definitely weren't there yesterday. Wait, Were they?

I shrug it off, it too early for my brain to work. I walk over towards the kitchen but then my mom suddenly bursts out from the kitchen.

I flinched and slightly jump back. My heart races from the surprise appearance. What the hell is going on in her head.

"Oh, you're finally up." she says, acting casual after nearly scaring the life out of me.

"We're all set to go, so if you can get your bag, it would be nice," she adds, her words a bit hurried.

Feeling a bit disoriented, I pause to compose myself: Bag? Ready to go? Huh?

Did I forget something crucial again? "What are you talking about?" I ask, utterly clueless.