Invincible

2.

Every morning is a surprise for me; I never know which episode I will wake up to.

My eyelids were stuck together by tears from the night before, so I opened them slowly. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling for a while after I finally opened them. A sudden spasm in my calf jerked me from my observation, causing me to whimper in pain. In an attempt to alleviate the pain, I began rolling over in my bed. After a few minutes, the pain subsided, and I decided to check the time.

It was half past six in the morning. I rolled my eyes, knowing that there was still plenty of time. I rubbed my face and stared at the ceiling once more. The only thing on my mind was the day ahead. I was considering everything that could go wrong.

"Perhaps I should have taken my meds yesterday," I mumbled, sighed.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't notice when my mother entered the room. She was saying those words that I despise.

"Are you awake yet, honey? At the very least, you won't be late!"

Squinting, I noticed she had her blonde hair pulled back into a bun, a lot of make-up, bright red lipstick, and work clothes. She was holding a cup of coffee, which she couldn't live without in the morning.

"Come on ! Remember to take your meds and lunch."
She said this enthusiastically as she turned to leave my room, but before she left, she stopped and gave me a soft smile.

"I forgot to tell you yesterday that I have a work meeting today, so I'll see you later. I love you !"

She eventually left my room, and I sighed. I sat up and rolled my eyes. I yawned while running my right hand through my hair.

"You don't have to be the doting mother, we don't have visitors," I said to myself.

I took a deep breath and stretched as my bare feet brushed against the floor. I exhaled and rose to my feet, but immediately lost my balance and fell to the ground, completely ignoring the fact that I had gotten a cramp a few minutes earlier. I shook my head and went to the bathroom, where I opened the cabinet beneath the sink and took out my medications, which I swallowed and washed down with water.

I looked in the mirror at myself. My long, dark brown hair was unkempt, my gray irises had tightened, my pupils had dilated again, and my whites had a red undertone. The dark circles under my eyes that demonstrated how little I slept. To make matters worse, my lips were chapped and dry from biting. I turned on the water and rinsed my face before returning to my room and standing in front of my closet.

Choosing clothes in the morning is not my favorite activity, but I chose a black sweater, white jeans, and pink socks. I combed my hair and then went to the kitchen.

My lunch was ready in a bag on the kitchen counter. When I took a closer look at what was inside, I felt sick. Of course, my mom made me lunch in a drunken stupor yesterday, because this wasn't a meal. I rolled my eyes, grabbed my headphones, and walked over to my shoes. I wasn't concerned that I wouldn't be able to eat. I almost missed the bus at my current pace. Fortunately, the driver was courteous and waited for me. I smiled at him, sat down, turned on some music, and gazed out the window. It didn't take long for me to be standing in front of the classroom door, and as I entered, I was met with a few stares. Noise was coming from all directions, and I thought I was going deaf.

I successfully ignored the entire first class, which was English, because I had no interest in learning about Shakespeare, and then there was a break. The worst hell of all. People in my class were behaving like lunatics or, at best, children who should have been aborted.

Every break appears to be a circus. They hurl objects at each other, yell, curse, and even fight. I pulled my hood over my head, closed my eyes, and cupped my hands over my ears. It was quiet for a while, but then I felt something hit my head. When I turned around and lowered my head, I noticed a pencil case on the ground. I immediately raised my head and made eye contact with a young man named Carlos.

"I'm sorry, Lotta."

A wave of laughter swept through the class following his remark.

"I hope I didn't mess with your head in any way," he laughed.

I'd had enough at that point, so I picked up the pencil case from the ground and threw it at him, hitting him in the face. Some of his friends laughed, and I panicked when he began staring at me intently. I quickly stood up and ran to the restroom, where I remained until the next class began.