RAINED DOWN.(SUPER SLOW UPDATES)

HANKY THIEF 1

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Zeya's pov

After the nightmare, I couldn't sleep anymore. I woke up before my alarm and went to the bathroom. When I look at the person in the mirror, the void in the eyes scares me.

It stared back at me, the eyebags looked petrifying, and my eyes sunked into the sockets. I splash water on my face to completely wake myself up.

My head's throbbing because of the lack of sleep. Breathing is getting harder with each passing second. I can feel the tears again, sliding down my cheeks.

My breath gets caught in my lungs. Not being able to stand anymore, I slowly sit down on the cold floor of my bathroom.

The feeling of cold tiles against my skin feels soothing. After a few minutes, I get up and finally freshen up. After that, I get downstairs. Mum was already busy in the kitchen.

She wakes up around 5:30 for the sake of us. I go and stand beside her, "Morning, mum."

She looks at me from the boiling water on the oven. "Morning, hun."

It's a Sunday, but I had woken up earlier as I couldn't sleep and thought that I could use the time to get some studying done. She gets the tea ready, and I help her to bring it to the table. Dad was still sleeping as he had work from nine and would end it early as we had to attend the party in the evening.

I spent the rest of the morning studying and cramming Biology, and was tired after a few hours. Even when I forced myself to study after that, I couldn't focus anymore.

So I clear up my desk and open my phone to see if I have any messages.

Only a single one from Aster, asking if I had any plans or not. At first, I was hesitant and didn't want to reply back. But something gets over me and tells her that I have a party to attend.

🤔🤔have you decided on the dress?

Ya, I'm wearing a gown

Oh, that's nice🤩 don't forget to send me pics

Okay, I'll ❤️❤️

After that, I aimlessly scroll through shorts on YouTube and don't get any other work done.

And before I knew it was time to get ready for the night. Mum had her personal hairstylist to get us ready. After I put on my dress, I look at the mirror. It just didn't feel right.

I am not that skinny, nor am I overweight, but the pudge on my stomach kind of irks me. I have never been the fittest. My height, being 162 cm, is an average one.

My short hair has grown a bit, and it is till neck length. I wasn't really in the mood of playing "dress up."

When the hairstylist sat me down in front of the large mirror in my mum's room, I could see my uneven skin on my face and the dark circles under my eyes, much more profound.

"I don't want to do any heavy make-up. Could you just get my hair done. I don't know what to do with it."

My mother was standing by her side, and she stated, "A bit of make-up won't kill you, honey."

As there was suddenly a tension in the air, the stylist interjected, "It's okay, I'll give you light touch up which will highlight your features and it won't be much of a thing. And about your hair, we will put it up in a small bun. It would look really cute."

I  nod to her words, and she gets her work started. Mum had gotten hers done before mine, and she looks good, just like the way she always does.

After she was done with me, I looked a lot different. I could see my hair tucked up with clips and matching it with my dress.