Cold Hearted //TVD//

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I wake up with a jolt, just like I do everyday. It's not like I have nightmares or anything, I just awaken like this every day. I look at the clock and sigh, it's 5:00, just like it has been every day since my parents have died. It's never happened before, but since then, I have woken up at that time exactly, every single morning.  I've tried going back to sleep in the morning, and that doesn't work. In fact, I haven't been tired whatsoever since the crash. Jenna has to force feed me sleeping pills every night, claiming that I have insomnia.

I decide to go ahead and work out. I put on a bright pink sports bra, and black, fitting yoga pants I suppose you would call them, and my Nike tennis shoes. I quietly walk down the creaky stairs, and go out the front door. I see my piece of crap car that I saved up for last year in the paved driveway and sigh at it. I run a lap around the sleeping block really quick and come back home, grabbing my keys and jumping in my ugly car. I drive over to the little martial arts place about 20 minutes out if you drive, because Mystic Falls sucks and doesn't have one of their own. 

I grab my shiny key to the building that I obtained a while ago and unlock the door. I got the key because the owner of this place knows how early I get up and we got to know each other, so he gave me a key. He's such a nice old man. 

I walk into the dark room and turn on the lights and air conditioning. I basically open up the place most mornings. I go to the tiny, gross bathroom while the air conditioning cools the place, and then come out to the battered, worn punching bag.

I give it a couple of warm up hits, and then start throwing solid punches left and right, left and right, harder and harder. I use this as a channel for my anger, which I have an abundance of, because I suck at expressing my emotions, so this is the best way to do it.

I keep punching and kicking the ugly bag of whatever is inside it, for about twenty minutes. I look at the time and it's 5:00 now, so I head home, needing to get ready for school now. 

I come back home, take a quick shower in my big bathroom, dry my dark brown hair, and put my face on. I don't need to do anything to my hair because it already has a mane of loose curls. I pick out my outfit, which takes a few minutes, and with plenty of time left, I go downstairs to make a big first day of school breakfast. 

I cook pancakes, bacon and eggs, the delicious aroma filling my nostrils as I make coffee. I hear Elena and Jenna coming downstairs sluggishly. Their faces light up as they see the breakfast, and Elena runs over to the table, taking the plate I set out and eating everything on it. My cooking is the best.

"Thank you so much, oh my gosh!" Elena exclaims with food stuffed in her mouth.

"No talking with your mouth full." I scold playfully.

Jeremy runs up now and licks his lips happily. My food can even make depressed stoners run to the table, huh. I grab my own plate and eat it, making my hungry stomach very happy. I moan in delight at the filling breakfast.

"I am the best, like wow." I say with a full stomach. 

Everyone rolls their eyes. It's just the stone solid truth.

"Anyone want a ride?" I ask, wiggling my eyebrows.

Elena shows a face of disgust, "No thanks... Bonnie is getting me."

I glare at her, she's always such a bitch, it's not my fault I had to save up for my own car. Elena got one for our sixteenth birthday, but I was 'in trouble' at the time, so I didn't get one. I wasn't even allowed to use the car without Elena's permission, and now she doesn't want to drive because of the accident. Stupid angel twin.