Broken Lives On

Broken lives on 6

Upon awakening, I found myself tightly wrapped in my blankets, sprawled out on the floor. My head throbbed intensely, despite the fact that I hadn't consumed any alcohol the previous day.

With drowsiness still lingering within me, I stood up and dragged my feet across the cluttered floor. I made my way to the kitchen, where I found Lyssa and Ellie looking their usual natural selves.

Although I had slept earlier than them and refrained from any alcoholic beverages, they appeared perfectly fine as ever!

"Good morning," chimed Lyssa as she twirled around near the sink.

To which I rolled my eyes and hissed, "shut it, brunette." This caught Ellie's attention, causing her to divert her focus from her laptop and gaze at my presumably weary appearance.

"Is it just me, or did you wake up grumpy and all?" raised Ellie, arching the corner of her brow.

"I'm not grumpy...my head hurts," I complained, running my slender fingers through my hair.

"You can take some painkillers for that," suggested Lyssa, as I settled into my chair at the breakfast table.

"Sure, I will," I replied, closing my eyes and bringing my hands to my face.

"We're planning to go to the mall...wanna join us?" Lyssa asked, flashing a wide smile at me, that crazy kind of a smile.

My disheveled head shot up, along with my body. "I'd rather live like a prisoner in my room," I declared, taking a step back towards the doorway.

"Come on, all you need is some fresh air. It will do you good, luck" Ellie attempted to persuade me into joining their little escapade. Oh no, not this time.

"I'm quite certain I'll get plenty of that on Monday," I responded seriously.

"But on Monday, you'll be working...it's just a stroll," interjected Lyssa.

"Uhh...I'm sure I'll be just fine here...in my room," I insisted, before darting back to my room.

For the reminder of the weekend, I spent most of my time holed up in my room, and finally, on Sunday night, I reached the concluding chapter of Moving Winds. The ending was simply magnificent, but it also left me feeling sick at the thought of having to search for another non-romantic novel to barrow my time on.

Finding a suitable novel that matched my taste felt like a daunting task. This world seemed to revolve mostly around romance, leaving the non-romantic enthusiasts like myself to fend for their own literary preferences.

Perhaps I could browse online. I glanced at my phone, only to be greeted by my usual home screen layout. I didn't have many social media accounts, just a ghost-like presence on Twitter where I rarely posted anything...actually, I never post anything.

I had become more of a ghost in the everyday life. Not speaking a word on social media platforms, merely slipping by unnoticed. It had become a part of me ever since I stopped attending therapy four years ago, enabling me to navigate my life with greater ease.

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Beep Beep!
I swear I will smash that damn alarm one day.

Monday morning...I had spent the majority of the weekend in my room. As per usual, leaving the club outings to Lyssa and Ellie.

I found myself lying on my bed, partially awake. Moments later I finally mustered the courage to get up. The temperature was extremely low, and I was excessively quaking by the cold shivers. I frantically searched around my room for my morning robe, but to no avail.

What harm is there in just going in my undershirt and underwear?

I walked out of my room, my fingers entwined in my hair. I reached the bathroom and grasped the doorknob. However, just as I was about to open the door, someone on the other side did it first.