Sunday morning after my shift, I wake up at 10:30 thanks to my alarm. The piercing sound blaring through my cozy bedroom makes my body physically flinch, before my mind actually grasps that the 'danger' I am perceiving is merely the starting signal of my never-ending, tedious routine.
My head's killing me and apparently, so is the bruise on my arm.
Stupid me has kept his head on it while sleeping, which doesn't go unnoticed since pain begins shooting through my entire arm the moment the pins and needles from the restricted blood-flow wears off. Gently, I run my fingers over the deep purple, blue and yellow skin in the crook of my elbow.
Thoughtfully, I let out a sigh. Oh, how disappointed I am in myself, I'd told myself that I would finally manage to stay strong after the last relapse. Then again, is it really a relapse if the break only lasts for about a week in the first place?
The only silver lining I see in this is that the bruise doesn't appear to be swollen or hot. That's a good sign, at least I'm not dealing with an infection here.
Just a couple of damaged blood vessels from unprofessionally injected shots.
No biggie.
Behind the ajar door of Sasha's bedroom, I hear Daisy giggle her little heart out. Once I've gotten myself ready for the day, I find Sasha reading the comic book I have bought him last week on his bed while Daisy has her legs dangling off his desk chair while drawing in her colouring book and snickering.
They are listening to an audiobook-CD about some type of dinosaur and his friends, if I recall correctly. I'm not ashamed to admit, these audiobooks are absolutely amazing, I wish I could experience such cool adventures as this awesome dinosaur.
"Morning," I greet them with more enthusiasm than I thought I had in me. Both of them give back a thrilled 'Good morning', almost simultaneously.
"Why didn't you two wake me up?" I ask out of pure curiosity as they usually would have most likely done so. Don't get me wrong, I don't blame them for waking their caretaker when they're up earlier. They're kids, and I can be glad that these two still have normal sleeping schedules and energy bursts.
Even though it is a secret hope of mine, I know that they will probably not be able to keep that up forever, eventually they'll grow up too. My brother looks up from his book and speaks up, "Daisy said you looked so happy while you were sleeping, so we thought we'd let you get some more rest."
Man, these two truly are the best.
Sasha's words leave our sister entirely unfazed, she is still in her own little bubble of thoughts, colouring neatly within the lines on the paper in front of her.
As I'm inspecting Daisy's adorable drawings and gently patting her head doing so, I ask my siblings what they want to have for lunch, and whether macaroni and cheese sounds alright. Right away, I get sparkly eyes looking at me, my siblings' attention now all on me.
Of course, I know more than well that the two adored mac and cheese. Since it's also super simple in the making, it's a win for all. With this decision making the preparations for our lunch pretty simple for me, I have enough time to finish some assignments I need to hand in soon – Socio and Chem.
Since it's a rainy day, we will most likely stay inside all day and perhaps play some boardgames together. But first up, my daily duty's on the list.
Every day without fail, I've been leaving money by Joe's trailer for years.
Without fail...except for twice.
The lecher let it slide the first time, speaking about his 'forgiveness' all while threatening me with the things he'd do if I ever dare to forget again.
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Myocardium
Romance"When the night fades into dawn's palette..." Sex, drugs and the death-dealing pressure to make money night after night - It's a steep, downward spiral which 20-year-old Elijah Everdeen has found himself stuck in ever since his parents died. If it w...
