I wake to Rose shaking the living shit out of me. Shes screaming in my face "WAKE UP, ITS JUST A DREAM I'M OKAY." I push her away, "I know you're not dead stupid" I say with a sigh of relief. I was so glad to see her face alive and well.
Her rosy pink cheeks and her baby blue eyes that put the sky to shame. Her hair was once a brunette color and now stands as a golden blonde with baby blue streaks that compliments her eyes beautifully. "Thats rude to say to the girl that just saved you from an awful nightmare" She gloats hopping off my bed. "I know, thank for the wakeup call." "Yeah well, your screaming was getting really loud and annoying." She says with a huff. "What was all the fuss about anyway?" "I'll tell you later" I said struggling to sit up. Looking down I'm covered in sweat. She huffs again and mutters under breath. "What was that?" I ask. "YOU NEVER TELL ME ANYTHING!" She yelled and ran out of my room. "ROSE YOUR 16 GROW UP" I yell at her as my door slams shut.
I sigh, my room has never looked better to me than it is now. My perfect colored cream walls with decent amounts of decor scattered in just the right places. My matching sheets and pillowcases, the beautiful cream carpet that match the lamp shades to a T. Its simple yes, but i can't say it doesn't match my personality. As I look around i see my comforter lying on the ground. I sigh "rough night" i mumble under my breath. I start to crawl out of my bed fighting the sheets to release me. I finally get free and strip the bed as well as myself and pile everything at the foot of my bed. I go through my closet trying to find something to wear. Most of my clothes were dirty, I always forget to do laundry. I just grabbed stuff that would matched and hoped for the best.
I grabbed the towel i hung to dry from yesterday and headed into the bathroom. My feet going from warm carpet to the bitter cold tile. My bathroom was a beach theme, designed by me. The shower was two glass panels and in between them beach sand and sea shells all the way down. The handle was a giant conch shell I found at the beach the very last we went with our mother. I know its an odd design but it was a tribute to my mom more or less. I turned the water on to be getting warm and walked over to the sandy shaded granite counter tops. I fold my clothes nicely and and place them next to my sink. I hang my towel on the side of the shower and hop in. The images flashes back into my mind of her dead limp body tossed on the floor like garbage. It wont leave my head, every time i close my eyes i can see it. I could feel the very real pain of loosing her in my heart and I start to tear up. I fight it, I have to. It wasn't real I kept telling myself, shes still alive and annoying as always. That thought made a smile run across my face.
