Welp, Guess I'm Ink Now.

Chapter 1. The End of a Life and...

[quick authors note. This chapter will contain a sorta detailed description of death, and getting hit by a car. read at your own risk]

I woke up in a cold sweat, panting. I got down from my bed and checked the time on a random clock I have near my door and saw that it was 4:44 AM. About four hours before I usually get up for school.

"At least I can get my bag together early" I said out loud, talking to no one in particular "Maybe I'll get some water first though" I said out loud once again without anyone but myself to hear.

Walking towards my door and opening it, I realized I felt, safer then usual. I mean one should feel safe in their own home but this was off, as if someone tried to comfort me after a tragedy. It sent a chill up my spine while still feeling safe.

"Okay maybe I won't get water" I said out loud once again because the author has yet to find a comfortable way to write thoughts.

After closing the door, I turned to my bedroom trying to remember what I was going to do before. ' Oh, wait, I was gonna put my bag together.' I remembered finally.

I moved towards my bag to examine it to see what I would need that day for school and found that it was already mostly packed. 'Thank you yesterday me' I thanked my past self for not making me have to do extra work and quickly got the few other things I'd need and then my bag was packed.

I checked the time, and found it was only five Am. Three hours before I had to wake up. ' I could try going back to sleep. ' I thought as I quickly realized that I wasn't as tired as I should be. ' Well sleeping's out of the question ' I thought miserably. Wait, I could finish that drawing I was making for that roleplay that Norah and I have!

So I went to my desk and started finishing up a sketch. Then I outlined it after fixing it up and then erased the pencil lines. Then I carefully colored the the drawing in, and after I was happy with it, I was done.
' Oh shit, it's only 6 ' I thought looking at the odd clock in surprise. Well what the fuck else can I do?

I lay down on the carpet of my room and just stared blankly at me ceiling while listening to random songs from different musicals. My favorite has to be, The Balled Of Jane Doe. Like the song, like the edits.

After about an hour of listening to music, the alarm for my younger brother rang, witch means that it's 7 AM. So my brother's going to school in 40 minutes, might as well get a shower.

I get up off the floor and to my closet and pick out some clothes for the day. I then open my bedroom door with relief as the comforting feeling was gone. I then went to the hallway closet to grab a towel and said a "good morning" to my brother as he got up and left his room, a bit surprised I was up this early.

Once in the bathroom I undressed, took off my glasses and hopped into the shower after turning on the fan.

After the shower and washing my hair, which took about 30 minutes, I put Multi Cultural Curls in my hair so it doesn't friz or become dry I then dried up and put the new clothes on then went downstairs to say bye to my brother as it was time for him to go to school.

"Bye ####!" Why can't I hear his name?

"Bye ######!" Why can't I hear my name

"What?" I muttered out loud. Nevermind, it shouldn't matter to much. I'm probably just tired, I mean, I did wake up at 4 AM it would make sense I'm going crazy. That's still never happened before...

I brush it off and decide to eat some breakfast. I pour myself a bowl of Gingerbread Toast Crunch ( which is superior to cinnamon in every way possible) and lactose free milk and start eating.