𝚂†𝙰𝙲𝚈'𝚂 𝙱𝚁𝙾†𝙷𝙴𝚁 supernatural world

chapter 24: saturday brunch

Well rested, I got out of my cosy covers and headed into the bathroom. What I hadn't realized was my phone had been going off crazily and if it weren't on silent I might of got an earful.

Brushing my teeth, I had been wondering if I should talk to Stacy but right now I think she just needs some time for herself.

'Angel! Come and eat!' My mother hollered from the stairs and I stared at my neck in the mirror before giving her response. 'Wait I'll be right there!'

The concealer held itself strong against my neck, no hickeys were visible however it there was an
off-pink hue and I knew better than to leave it like that.

I washed yesterday's concealer off my neck and I hadn't realized it was worser than it first appeared. There faintly engraved against my neck was a skull and I don't know if I was just imagining it as a skull or if I was sane.

I shook my head, opening the concealer and leaving stripes against my neck. However, it sizzled and eroded leaving the mark bright as day and I rubbed against my neck to see if I cover it but it only turned even redder. Oh fuck.

'Angel? Hurry up and come down this instant!' My mother shouted and I rushed through my clothes, placing a cream turtleneck over my head and thankfully that covered all my neck.

'Coming!' I rushed out when I thought I looked decent and took my usual spot at the dining table.

My father was at the end of the table at his usual monarch throne, flicking through tedious newspapers with a coffee in hand and I wondered how I would be like at his age. It just seemed so depressing.

My mother smiled at me before sitting opposite me from the table.
'Hello dear, how was the trip! Did you make any friends?' My mother beamed with enthusiasm and I only grumbled at the thought of recalling my visit to Beacon View, a cosy viridian forestland. I had spent most of my 3 day trip there having sex.

Oh fuck no...!

My mother looked at me in concern when I spilt the orange juice all over the table. 'I... I'm sorry let me clean that up...' I grabbed a few napkins over the table and that was when my father looked up from his newspaper, finally starting to realize me.

'Boy what is up with you? And why do you look strangely pale?' My father called out to me, annoyed that i had distracted him from his peaceful reading and I only sighed, my hand instantly covering my neck though it was covered by the turtleneck so I really had no worries.

'And the turtleneck must I say? I understand the mornings can get quite numbing but isn't that a bit... excessive?' My father pointed his head to me and I froze up in my seat, stuttering frantically. I was not the best liar I'll admit.

'Angel are you okay? He is right you do look awfully pale...' My mother rushed to me but I only raised a hand to stop her in her tracks.

'I um yes! I'm cold that's all... Thanks for both your concerns I'm quite fine,' I reassured them but there wasn't nothing reassuring about that. It was only when a sudden nausea ran over me did I run out of my seat, rushing to the water closet (a bathroom with just a toilet and sink).

I spewed out this morning and yesterday's contents into the toilet and I felt disgusted with myself, which only encouraged me to puke up more. My stomach was churning and tingly and I'm sure I must have caught a stomach flu or something. I should rest.

'Angel? Angel you okay in there?' My mother knocked on the door, the concern in her voice adamant and once I washed my face I opened the door for her to be let in.