The Perks of Being a Wintergirl

What Happens When You're Dead Inside

   It was a nice night for a walk, the kind of night that you could go out in a just a t-shirt & jeans & not even need a jacket. However, Alison chose to wear a hoodie, in fact, that is pretty much all she wore unless it was summertime & too hot out for them. Tonight, she was headed out for a walk, just to clear her head, or at least that was her excuse anytime someone asked where she was going or why. It was just easier than trying to explain what the real reason was. It was safer, and never came with a line of questions, and that's exactly how Alison liked it. 

    She shoved her ipod into the front pocket of her worn black hoodie, pulling the hood up and shoving her her headphones in her ears. As soon as she was off the porch and onto the street she pulled out her ipod and hit shuffle. 

Ho Hey... skip

Bad Romance... definitely skip

With Ears To See, Eyes To Hear by Sleeping with Sirens.. *turns the volume up*

She always walked until it was almost dark before turning back, but, tonight, she decided, she would walk a little longer, going past the little corner market and the cemetery. They won't even notice, she thought to herself, shaking her head. And they didn't. They NEVER did. 

It was well past dark when she turned around, stopping only to make a detour to the creek by the park where she sat on the bench and watched fireflies chase each other around. Finally, once she decided it was time enough to head back she stood up, dusting off the back of her dark, skinny jeans, she bent over to tie the laces of her well worn red converse shoes and headed back in the direction of home.

At an intersection while waiting to cross, she pulled out her ipod again & toggled to her Sleeping With Sirens play list. It was her favorite band and it was pretty much all she listened to besides Of Mice & Men.

Waving at a car who let her cross, she jogged across to the other sidewalk.

No lights were on in the house when she got home. No one was waiting up for her. No one worrying if she made it home safe. Not one fucking person at all. She sighed heavy, removing each ear-bud from her ears and pushing her hood back. She slipped off her chucks and carried them both in one hand as she went upstairs to her room. That's when she realized she had left her mobile on her desk, plugged in - it had died earlier when she was texting her friend Miranda. Maybe they tried calling me, she thought, picking up her phone. No missed calls. "Figures" she said aloud tossing her phone back down. "I could be dead in a ditch & they wouldn't care." 

   She didnt even bother to changing out of her clothes or even to pull the covers back, she just curled up on her side, making sure to set her alarm for 6am so she could take a shower before school.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!!!!*  her alarm on her phone screeched. " Ugh!!" She groaned and fumbled to turn it off, reluctantly getting out of bed.

The hot shower felt so relaxing she didnt want to get out but she had to hurry because she had already taken too long and was going to have to skip drying her hair so she could still stop and get a coffee and not be late for class.

She walked right past her parents & her perfect sister. The pretty sister. The one who walked on water. The sister that told her everyday that she was a loser. The Bitch. Not one of them even glanced her way as she walked thru the kitchen.

"Assholes" she murmured under her breath as she walked out the front door. She hit her elbow getting into her car. She hated them even more everyday.

"Shit!" She swore, rubbing her throbbing elbow as she buckled her seat belt and rolled down the windows. Driving the 2 miles (exactly) that Miranda lived from her house to collect her best friend. Miranda's dad needed to borrow her car since his was in the shop, so Alison offered to give her rides to class until she got her car back.