𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝙴𝚂𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙴.

Chapter 1: ɴᴇᴡ ᴅᴀʏ.

It was 3:00 AM. Well, according to my clock, it was. It's always been like that. No one knows why. The actual time is 9:00 AM, which is usually is usually the time for me to wake up. However, for some odd reason, I felt like I needed to stay in bed for a bit longer today. That was until I heard my mom yell my name from in the kitchen.
"Phoebe Iris Pierre, come down here this instant!"

I yawned and hesitantly sat up from my bed, rubbing my eyes while attempting to stand up.
"I go by Finn now, Mom... you know this."
I yelled back tiredly, finally adjusting to the lighting and walking downstairs. I met my mom's fiery golden eyes, sitting down in a chair across from her.
"Right, Finn. Why weren't you already awake? You're normally up before me... are you getting those feelings again?"
I was silent for a moment, staring down at the plate of breakfast in front of me. I finally answered quietly, not daring to look up at her.

"Yeah..."
I watched as my mom sighed, concern in her eyes as i pushed the simple plate of food she had made for me away. Why do I keep having these feelings? I don't feel safe in my own bedroom anymore.
"Listen, Finn... I don't know how long i can keep paying for this house. i hate to say it, but in a couple of weeks, we could be homeless. I'm sorry, i really am..."
I didn't respond, staring blankly at the table.
"That's okay, Mom. I'll be fine."

I answered after a while of silence, though my words were just a fake cover-up of how much it wasn't going to be 'fine'. My mom pulled me into a tight hug, i could tell she was on the brink of tears as she softly patted me on the head. My black, red streaked short hair frizzling slightly. I didn't like physical touch at all, but when it came to the ones I loved, I had to pretend to be happy or else I felt awful. Yet... I already feel awful every day. It broke my heart watching my mom start crying, but it felt as if my body couldn't express the emotions I wanted it to. All I could do was let her cry into my shoulder and just stare. Why am I like this? I thought to myself, my own mother was crying in my arms, yet I was just standing there with no emotions shown on my face. I looked up for a moment, the smell of burnt flour filling my nose. My mom pulled back, rushing over to the oven and opening it hurriedly.

"Shoot, the cake!"
I watched her take the scarlet colored oven mitts from the counter, taking a... cake? out and placing it on a plate.
"Well, great... I burnt it."
I stared at the cake silently, wondering what it could be for. Probably wasn't important. The sound of an alarm going off rang my ears, causing me to flinch. It was the alarm on my mom's phone, meant to remind us it was time for me to head to school. I sighed and got up, grabbing my plain grey backpack and sliding on my black shoes. I headed for the door, my eyes still looking tired.
"Bye, mom."
I waved, walking out and closing the door behind me. Today was a new day.