A Crime Worth Committing

Chapter 2: Why Me?

I wake up to the absolute monstrosity of a sound that is my alarm. I smash my fist onto it to shut it up and the top of it shatters. Lovely. Add that to the ongoing list of shit I need to get for this move. I open my amber eyes and stare at the ceiling, dreading the fact that I have to get up and face yet another day. Alexa, play Lonely Day by System Of A Down. I roll my eyes like bowling balls before I drag myself out of bed to take a shower.
Getting undressed and throwing my already clean hair up in a bun, I turn on the faucet and flick up the knob to turn on the shower head. Of course the water is hot enough to bring me closer to hell. I hop in and scrub my skin with my favorite vanilla and coconut milk body wash twice. I'm a lot of things, but at least I always smell good. My best friend, Ciara has an ongoing compliment that I smell like 'marshmallows'.
On that note, I finish my shower and skincare routine and I turn off the water and step out of the shower and cover the entirety of my body in almond oil before I lather on my favorite vanilla body butter and wrap my body in a small white tower. These days self care is all that helps me take my mind off the fact that I buried my mother two weeks ago. And today is the day I figure out where I'll be living in a city two hours away from my hometown for college. The thought of being along during this makes me want to hurl.
But wait a god damn minute, I'm not alone. I grab my phone and shoot a text to Ciara. During my angry grief I've been ignoring everyone that reaches out to me to check in and send love. I look at the loving and encouraging texts sent by Ci over the last couple weeks. The reminders to drink water and eat something even if it's small or 'so help me, god, I'll go over there and feed you like a damn baby bird'. A real poet she is. For the first time in weeks I chuckle and smile. 'Ci. Outing today?' Is what I type up and hit send. 'Bitch yes, where we going and how are we dressing? Bum, casual, or hot af?' I receive back from her. With yet another chuckle I text back 'cute casual'. 'Say less. I'll pick you up in 30' I get back from her and I get dressed.
I let my long black hair down and throw in some light wand curls for some light body and wave before I put on some light makeup, enough to make me look like less of a zombie, and I put on a pair of black skinny jeans and a silky white camisole with lace trimming. Finishing it off with black combat boots I thrifted, small gold hoops in my ears, and a gold cross necklace that belonged to my dad, I grab my black coach purse, gifted to me by Ci, and a light sprigs of my favorite KAYALI vanilla perfume, I'm ready to face the day with more confidence knowing Ci will be by my side.