Perfect

Part Two: Brightness

"Why is there knocking underwater?" The thought invaded my dream slowly bringing me out of my semi peaceful slumber. I groaned realizing there was someone at my door, I peeked through my fingers at the clock on my nightstand, 6:35. A.M.? Who in the blue fuck would be knocking at this hour?
"Hold ur Damn horses, I'm coming!" I shouted towards the front door. Sliding on the first pair of pants and shirt I could lay my hands on, I stumbled to the door almost snatching it off its hinges.
"What?!" I yelled before I even laid eyes on the dream crasher standing before me.
"Morning Sunshine," my best friend Vee said in her overly cheery voice. I flipped her the bird and stepped back into my comfort zone. I absolutely adored my best friend, her cheery disposition usually disbt bother me, she balanced out all my cynical and sarcastic attitude. Vee was absolutely the first and last person I wanted to see right now.

"Sooooo," she looked at me," how you feeling?" I could only blink at her ridiculous question. "I know, I know. Stupid question, but I can't just start off with 'you look like shit warmed over and I bet you feel the same' now could I?" She had a point. Fiddling with a stray string on my afghan blanket I avoided her gaze. Vee could read me like a book, and would have no problem seeing right through my cover. She would know the truth. Nobody knew the truth yet, and the longer I kept it that way, the safer I'd be. I couldn't end up like my sister. She's proof of what happens when you know too much about the truth. I couldn't, wouldn't, end up like that. So I lied.
"I'm gonna be fine Vee. I'm just tired, and I think I'm getting sick from standing in the rain last night." I waved my hand around dismissively, hoping she wouldn't pry anymore.
"That's bullshit," she bluntly stated"but I'm gonna let it slide this time." Eyeing me cautiously she stood and crossed the room towards my kitchen area. "You look like you could use a drink."
I coughed out a laugh " it's bot even seven in the morning Vee I think a drink is really appropriate at this hour." She rolled her eyes at me so hard I thought they might roll out of her head,"your sister was murdered, besides it's five o clock somewhere." She shrugged he shoulder and began to pour from my bottle of emergency gentleman's jack. "What the Hell," I said as I threw back half the glass.