Heart of Scales

7: Scales

Hayden

I woke up with a start when my alarm rung out throughout the dimmed space of my room. I flinched and inclined my head to cradle it between my hands in discomfort as it hammered repeatedly like a pounding drum. As I'd done this the tip of my fingers felt the rough clothe of the bandage wrapped securely around my head, causing me to recall and become mindful of the events that'd taken place only yesterday.

Gazing up with a pained grimace I reached for my phone that was buzzing with noise. I blew a breathe of relief as my alarm quieted down leaving me in the comfort of silence and my head, that'd slowly receded to a small throb.

I turned to stare at the window to my right, feeling a sense of calm wash over me as I watched the light hue of early morning peak through my blinds.

I need to go to school today. If I don't I wouldn't be able to prove a point.

Feeling adamant, I left my bed with minor difficulty and made my way towards the bathroom to relieve myself. After doing so I walked with silent steps to my closet to find anything to wear.

Throwing on a hoodie and sweats I slipped my sock covered feet into some shoes. Handling my bag lying idle by my bed, I slung it around one shoulder. I rubbed my eyes still drowsy from sleep as I padded down the steps and towards the front door.

I unlocked the door with the turn of a finger and when it went open, I was met with a light breeze and an empty street. I released a fog of breathe and was about to take my leave before my mother's voice resonated from behind me, sounding stern and making me stiffen.

"You need to eat. Come and sit."

At the mention of food my stomach let out a rumbling growl and I slowly shut the door. Turning away from the exit I met the eyes of my mother, feeling sheepish.

My mother's hip was cocked to one side and her arms were crossed in disbelief. She studied me with narrowed eyes. "You never skip breakfast. What's up with you today?"

I chuckled nervously. "Well..." I planted a hand on my nape. "I guess I must've forgotten."

"You... forgot?" One of her brows raised in suspicion. "That's new."

She turned away and with the swipe of her hand said, "Come. Your plate's on the table."

I watched her retreating form and followed after her, mumbling stubborn complaints to myself as my mind fought with my hunger.

I guess I still had some time left.

Seating myself at the table I licked my lips at the food displayed in front me. As I begun to feast my mother inquired seriously, "How's you head doing?"

I glanced at her with wide eyes, my mouth loaded with food. Swallowing hard I spoke truthfully. "It hurts here and there. Could be worse." I admitted, forking some eggs and chewing on them wholeheartedly.

My mother nodded quietly, seemed to take in my reply. She made her way towards the sink, placing her hands on its edge and leaning her body forward. I watched as her palms closed tightly around the stainless steel.

I frowned, concerned.

"Please... don't let that happen again." Her voice had shook.

I nodded silently, even though she couldn't see me from where she was at.

I slowly stood up and walked towards her bent form. Gently pulling her upright I held her to my chest.

Her voice barely made it out as a whisper. "I can't that happen t-to you again like that last time. I w-won't allow it-"