“And any man who knows a thing knows he knows not a damn damn thing at all.”
-K’naan (Take a Minute)
My breath caught in my throat. Two deep hazel eyes were staring right through my window. I must be imagining things I told myself and shook my head.
You’re crazy lacey… no one’s looking in your window! Crazy! I closed my eyes
With my eyes closed I saw the dream on the backs of my eyelids. The eyes in my nightmares were so similar… if I wasn’t so sceptical in things like that I could be sure they were the same ones. They both made you feel like you could stare into them for hours and still never be sure of what they were thinking. They were both hauntingly beautiful…
When I opened my own eyes the two in the window were gone. Like they were never there in the first place, I must have imagined it. But it just seemed SO real… I hated it. My life had been pretty average for a while and now these damn dreams and eyes had to ruin it.
I stood there for a couple minutes, letting my breath slowly catch itself again, and then headed over to my windows. I peeked out the window making sure there was still no one there then pulled my curtains closed, then followed suit with my other window.
Flopping down in my bed, I pulled my duvet up over my shoulders and flipped onto my side. I reached over and turned my bedside lamp off, leaving just me, the dark and my wandering mind.
It took me hours to fall asleep that night… I kept thinking I saw those unforgettable eyes. Mom got home around twelve but I didn’t bother telling her, she’d laugh and tell me to go to sleep.
I finally drifted to sleep sometime around three in the morning, thinking about every possible thing. My dad, my mom, Marcy, the nightmares and somewhere in my muddled, tired mind Ryhet found a way into my thoughts…
BING!!BING!! BING!! My alarm clocked screamed at me
I flipped over and checked my clock. It flashed 6:15 in bright blue numbers. Moaning, I rolled over and pulled my feet over the edge of my bed, then dragged myself to the shower.
The shower rushed on, I adjusted the temperature and hopped in. I took an extra-long shower, needing the extra time to wake up and let the hot water run over my face.
Once I got out, I was rushed for time so I quickly blew dried my hair and threw it in a bun, and then equally quickly, put on my makeup. When I looked in the mirror to do my makeup though, I could see the big black circles under my eyes. Last night had hit me hard. I dabbed on extra foundation trying to conceal the blackness.
After I somewhat successfully covered my racoon eyes, I rushed over to my room and picked out a pair of jeans and a floral tank top blouse. Quickly stepping in front of my mirror, I made sure I looked okay. Honestly, I looked like shit, but that was about as good as it would get this morning.
When I got downstairs, I saw my mom had already made me toast and I just needed to butter it. I did so then went and sat with her in the living room to eat my breakfast. Plopping down on the big black leather couch next to her, she turned down the volume of the news on the TV she was watching.
“How was school yesterday?” she looked over at me and took a sip of her coffee.
“It was ok, there was a new guy I showed around.” I told her taking a bite of my toast.
“Oh? Is he cute?” she prodded and laughed a little
“Oh my god mom!” My eyes widened at her
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Stray
أدب المراهقينWhat if you were thrown into a world of fairy tales and folklore that tore you away from everything you've ever known and loved? Lacey finds herself in hells shoes, and does she even want to be here? When she's taken away from her mother and to...
