Penn State University.
Home to the craziest sorority girls, the best college sports programs, and a transfer student.
Blaire Burton carries a burden that not many know about as she'd rather suffer in silence than talk to anyone about her emotions. H...
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Blaire Burton
Mornings were never made for a person like me. I was a slow riser, I had been since I was younger. My mother hated it, but my father loved it. Since my father was away so much, I grew up falling asleep in my parent's bed– and he would crawl into bed with my mom and me when he arrived home.
Then one day he stopped coming home.
He couldn't come home.
Now I sleep all alone during the morning hours and I hate the way I always wake up remembering the sound of my mother's voice as she belittles me for sleeping in so late. There is nothing wrong with sleeping in late. Some people do it because they might get chronic migraines or in my case, have raging depression that they've been diagnosed with since the accident.
People who slept in were not failures and I was so tired of the stigma behind those who needed to sleep in to feel an extra ounce of life in them during the day.
"Is she dead?" I felt a hand press flat against my face, caressing it while I slept. My eyes fluttered underneath the lid, not opening. "No, she just sleeps like this. It's normal." That was my Stevie's voice.
"She sleeps like a rock." Ellie poked at my naked shoulder.
"I punch like one too– wanna test it out?" My threat came out mumbled as my face was halfway smooshed into the pillow underneath it. The two of them laughed as I rolled around for a second, stretching and then sitting up. The two of them were at the foot of my bed, staring at me expectantly.
I furrowed my brows, rubbing my eyes. "The fuck do you two want?" I grumbled.
"Blaire, it's almost one in the afternoon– do you want to go with us to get lunch?" I slowly sat up, hearing the proposition for food had my ears burning and my stomach yearning. I nodded, yawning. "Yeah, give me ten minutes."
Once they left my bedroom, I walked toward my small closet and pulled out a quick outfit to throw on. Every bone in my body was sore from accidentally falling asleep in my car not once, but twice last night. I didn't get in until about four in the morning. I never meant to stay out that late, but it just happened. Comfortability was hard to come by for me so when I felt it, I took it.
