Marmoris

Prologue II

Jackson.
     I stared at the clock hung up on the wall across from my bed. I was supposed to get up. I had school.

       I didn't want to. I wanted to stay in my bed all day. Sometimes I got tired of doing things. I just wanted to enjoy one day, laying down, enjoying nothing. But that wasn't possible. I pushed myself up into a sitting position, where I stayed for a few minutes before standing and heading to the bathroom.

   Pressing my hand against the counter, I leaned towards the mirror, inspecting my face. Dark circles sat under my eyes. My lips were pale, my eyebrows pulled tightly together. I made a conscious effort to keep my eyebrows relaxed as I grabbed my toothbrush. I didn't like brushing my teeth, but I did it every day anyways, because that's what I was supposed to do.

         I went to my dresser and pulled out a hoodie and sweatpants before rubbing the blurriness out of my eyes.

             I didn't want to go to school. In fact, I would rather do anything but go to school. I hated everything about it. I hated the stress, I hated the teachers, and I hated the people. Sometimes I wondered why I hated so many things. It's tiring, and yet I couldn't help it.

          I wondered, if I was just a better person, maybe life wouldn't be so hard.