Infected Rebel

I grabbed a second pillow and slammed it on top of my other ear. The siren from the fire department screamed throughout the night disturbing my wonderful dream about Veronica. Tossing and turning I couldn't find a way to get back to sleep. As I lifted the pillow and let out a violent sigh I could hear my phone vibrating on the dresser.

“What the fuck is all this racket about?” I asked myself in a whisper staring up at my diagonal ceiling. It was about a month ago, just after my high school graduation, that I decided to change the finished attic that was formerly a storage room, into my new bedroom.

A loud clang made me sit up instantly, almost forgetting to remember to keep my head low. My bed sat underneath the lowest part of the ceiling, and I could only fully stand up in the highest section which was to the left of my bed, even still having to dodge the light fixture attached to the ceiling. At 6 foot 1 it was a small price to pay for taking these new headquarters upon myself.

The phone had dropped behind the dresser and now the damn thing continued to vibrate in such a way that caused an even greater disturbance than the fucking sirens, because it was clearly pinched and touching two surfaces now while it vibrated.

“Son of a bitch.”

I squinted at my television at the foot of the bed. It threw a bright blue aura about the room that hurt my eyes. I squinted one eye shut and threw my legs over the side of the bed and pushed myself up with both fists. What the hell time was it even? I scratched my scalp through my thick black hair which was in a mess of a spike, still gunked with hair product from the previous night since I failed to find the time to shower in between my trip from the front door to my bed during my drunken stupor.

The urge to piss overcame me suddenly. Beer will do that to yah, particularly when you fall asleep after chugging just one more without ever relieving yourself. I thought about digging behind the dresser for my phone before going down stairs but said fuck it. The siren continued to blast across town. This must be some fucking fire going on. The stairs from my room ended in the guest room of the second floor, where I noticed the red numbers on the small electronic clock pronouncing it to be 4:52 A.M.

“Gross...”

My dad would be home from his night shift in a little over an hour. He's a police officer for roughly eighteen years now. My favorite part about his job is that he isn't around often enough to drive me crazy. It was he whom I decided to live with after the divorce 5 years ago. The other option wasn't much better either. He was just somewhat less of a pain in the ass really. I definitely do not mean to come off as such a selfish little prick; I am hungover and cranky. I should cheer up eventually, no worries.

Peaking through the blinds behind the toilet I noticed the sky becoming lighter as the sun made its way around. The sky looked odd however. It was hazy with a reddish color tint to it. I thought perhaps the sirens were no joke. Maybe there is a huge fire going down right now over that way. It had to be my dad vibrating the fuck out of my phone, wanting to give me a completely unnecessary warning that he would be home later than usual because of the incident.

I finished up and scratched my head again as I yawned and made my way up to my room again. The blue aura from the television didn't irritate my eyeballs as much anymore. Their was typing in all caps across the screen in a white bold font. I ignored reading what it said assuming it was a notice about the cable being out again or some shit. I just needed a cigarette all a sudden and that was all I cared about.

“Good morning babe,” I said cheerfully with a devilish smirk.

A small framed photo of Veronica stood next to my pack of smokes. Veronica had transferred into my high school during our senior year. Nobody knew why she had to leave her old school, and I really didn't fucking care because I pretty much fell in love with her at first site. Her beautiful brown hair flowed around her tan face and huge brown eyes. I had become friends with her by accident one day after finding her notebook in the bottom cage of one of the school desks that I sat in. She had a class in the same room prior to mine and I was embarrassed for myself for being excited about the fact that I then knew we sat in the same seat. That's some fourth grade crush bullshit, but whatever. After returning her notebook to her in the hallway after the class, it lead to a friendship which quite frankly I hate because its just a bunch of nonsense that neither person wants to deal with but does anyway out of some shitty mind game that is being played. Don't ever decide to stay 'as friends' with someone you truly fucking like or love because it will drive you insane. I bit down onto a random filter from the pack, pulling the cigarette out with my teeth and then holding it with my lips, lit it and took a drag. I made my way past behind the television towards the end of the room, pushed aside the black towel that was my fine excuse for a curtain and cracked open the top part of the double hung window, exhaling the smoke into the glowing night sky.