Safety||•l.h•

•Two•

Getting up was always the hardest thing for me. Not the actual matter of getting up, but the things I would have to face once I was out of the security of my small bed. Getting up meant facing people and I don't like people.
Getting up implies talking and I don't like talking. Getting up shows how depressing I am.

I don't see why I still go to school everyday. I could skip and a teacher wouldn't notice. No kid would say 'Hey. Where's Adelaide?'. I wasn't important to anyone, so why go?

The only hope I have in this world is my sister, Marnie. She's always so happy and positive, the complete opposite of me. While Marnie was better than me at almost everything, she was always there, and that made it easier to accept the fact that she was perfection and I am not. We're twins. You would never tell because of our different personas and characteristics.
She had bright blonde hair, something I once had. My hair was a deep shade of brown from dye I had used to make myself blend further into the shadows I was drowning in. Her eyes were bright blue, mine more of a dull grey. And then of course the smile. She always had a smile while I rarely wore one.

I always wished to be like her. She was perfect to everyone and it wasn't fair. I should be mad and hate her. But I can't with her personality. She makes everyone happy it makes it impossible for me to hate her.

We could both drive and should ride together, but I prefer to walk alone. It gives me time to think without her preppy pop music ruining my thoughts. As I walked along the broken sidewalk, I plugged in my headphones. Blink instantly played. It filled my head with beautifully written lyrics and flawless chords. As song after song came and went, I could feel someone watching me. Someone following behind me. Maybe another kid? I tilted my head slightly, to where I could see behind me with my peripheral vision. Nothing. All I saw was the emptiness of the broken sidewalk behind me. I shook it off and continued my walk.
A few moments later I heard something crunch behind me. I turned around fully and came face to face with nothing. Nothing but the clear air and sky behind me. I was getting frustrated.

'Whoever the hell you are, I suggest you come out and show yourself before I call the police.' I got nothing in response. I breathed deeply before turning around, giving up, and facing my day.