When Worlds Combine - A WWC Sequel

69; Cleaning, funerals, and ideas

Violet

When I was ten I organised my own surprise birthday party. It was Hawaiian themed and we had it at the pool at the country club, and all the guests came down to celebrate. I didn't have many children to celebrate my birthday with, just Liam and some snotty kids that had joined their parents for the day, but that was always the way. I never had many friends at school, and the little that I did have weren't close enough to me to invite to my birthday parties. Liam was my only real friend.

Mum was going to organise my party until something happened, like it always does. Liam told me she was going to plan a surprise party that was angel themed, and I told him I didn't want that anyway. He asked if I'd like him to do anything and I told him I'd just do it all myself.

The truth was, I was really upset that entire day. I mean, I literally planned my own surprise party. I had to fake being surprised, but everyone brought it. Liam was the only one who actually gave me a gift I wasn't expecting, or hadn't been brought from the country club souvenir store. My dad didn't come down all day from his office, and mum was hardly around because she was working around him. And the snotty kids kept stealing my presents and eating too much of the cake, and the whole thing was just the most awful thing I had ever experienced.

But it was a well planned party, thanks to me. And from that day on I learnt that the only way things would get done is if I did them. I stopped relying on people when I was ten years old, and I started relying on myself. I planned everything just to try and distract myself from the chaos that was happening around me. I planned my parent's anniversary dinners, Christmas, lunches with extended family, and my own party year after year.

I've never thought of my organisation as being a bad thing, even when everyone else did. It just meant that I was prepared, and there was nothing wrong with that. I mean, what else could I do? Things needed to happen, and no one else was making them happen. Maybe that was selfish, but I learnt a long time ago to put myself first. To save myself always.

Eight years ago I thought I had planned the worst day of my life, but today ... today by far tops that.

My alarm sounds off at 6:30 AM, the familiar ringing sound echoing throughout the room. I reach over and shut it off before sitting up in my bed and taking a huge, deep breath.

Today was the day. 

Nothing was ever going to worse than this day.

And for a while I just sit there, and I stare at the wall opposite my bed. My entire body feels too heavy to move, like I've been emptied out and stuffed with lead. Everything just hurts. 

I feel a few small tears spill out over my eyes and I let them roll down my cheek before I wipe them away. And I take a deep breath and get out of bed.

And, like always, I begin preparing myself. Because that's just what needs to be done.

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"You're up early," Zayn greets as he enters the kitchen at around 7. I offer him a mug of coffee that I've just made and he passes, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl instead. 

"Yeah, well, today's a big day. There's things to do." I notice his exercise gear. "You heading out?"

"I'm going for a run," he replies, totally shocking me.

"You run?"

He hesitates. "Today I do. I'll see you in a bit." He gives a quick nod before heading out the door.

I sit down at the breakfast bar and start reading the paper, sipping at my coffee. I have about half an hour of leisure time before the day really starts. There's still arrangements to be organised before 3 PM. But for now, I would try and enjoy this moment that would be the easiest part of my day.