Surviving The Waves

Prologue

Ryl's POV

The taunting buzz of my blaring alarm clock forces me to open my eyes and slam the sweaty palm of my hand onto the snooze button, which finally shuts the noise off. The blinking red letters flicker dramatically before displaying the way-too-early-for-me-to-be-awake time: 5:00 a.m.

A soft, sleep-filled groan escapes my chapped lips as I sling the thick layers of blankets over the side of the practically empty bed. A light thump fills the silent air when the delicate, dreamy materials  lands onto the icy wood floor.

A shiver rises up my spine quickly as I tip-toe across my freezing room and into the dark bathroom. I scale the white walls with shaking hands and squinted eyes for the light switch. My fingers hit the small switch, flipping it up, which I immediately regret when the bright light fills the room- igniting a pounding headache behind my blurry eyes. I blink rapidly until my eyes adjust to the brightness, the eerie quiet comforting me more than the horrid buzz of the alarm.

I wince when my fingertips touch the cold metal of the knob as I turn on the hot water in the shower. The water sprays from the white shower head powerfully, as if determined to heat the bathroom as quickly as possible. I slowly strip out of my pajamas before stepping onto the marble floor of the foggy shower, closing the water-speckled glass doors behind me. The water pours down my back sending tiny buzzes of electricity through my entire body, leading the chills away, along with my sleepy thoughts, into the drain that leads into nothingness with a soft gurgle.

The sweet-smelling shampoo pours swiftly onto my palm, the humid air and water droplets watering it into a soapy puddle as I push it through my tangled hair.

I wash my face softly, careful to keep the minty face wash out of my hair. The hot water eventually slows to a drop and I reach my hand into the foggy bathroom, the frigid air clinging to my skin as I grab my neatly-folded towel off of the toilet. I wrap it tightly around my dripping body, my wet hair soaking it simultaneously.

I skip into my freezing room, stopping to turn on my personal heater. I peek into the huge closet we share: the t-shirts are neatly hung along with the few dresses that I own and the pants, beside the very few skirts I have, are dangling from a white bar. I trudge over the white rug to yank a red blouse, a pair of dark denim skinny jeans, and a pair of black ankle boots that have small, manageable heels.

Once I squeeze into my tight outfit, I tie my frizzy curls into a high bun, a few curls lightly caressing my diamond earrings. I trudge down the hallway, admiring the black photo frames TeriAnn placed on the bare walls when we first moved in here.
A light blue frame showed us at age 7, meeting our adoptive parents for the first time- the people who saved us from being forced to eat Brussels sprouts in the home ever again.
TeriAnn' s arms are wrapped tightly around my neck in a hug, squeezing the life out of me with a huge smile lighting up her face as her dimples carve into her rosy cheeks. My tan arms are clinging to her lower back just as tightly, tears springing out of my sparkling eyes. Behind the crying mess of us is Mom and Dad, Evan and Tiffany, admiring our overwhelmed happiness wrapped in each others tight arms.

I smile at the beloved memory before continuing my way into the dark kitchen, grabbing a cold bottled water from the fridge. I delicately sip from the bottle while unplugging my phone on the counter. I grab my keys that were snuggling their way into the fuzzy pocket of my leather jacket and I quietly slip through the front door. Starbucks was just around the corner, along with my work- a huge office in the management building they gave me on my 3 year  anniversary with them.

The menacing click of my black heels echos throughout the silence of the city. The sky glistens with a hint of a beautiful orange sunrise, the bright stars flickering in and out of the blue darkness.