The Boy With The Rose Tattoo. (I'M BACK!!)

Eight

Sunday

Athena woke up abruptly, and hurried to the sink in the corner of her room. As she gagged, blood erupted from her mouth.

This was the seventh time she had woken up like this in the past month. On days like this she didn't go to College, it would be too visible.

Athena had accepted her condition a long time ago, and noone knew about it.

Not even her aunt or Daniel.

She clutched the sides of the sink in the dark room, as the light from the lamp revealed her sickly reflection in the mirror.

"I'm okay...I'm okay..." she whispered to herself. It helped her somewhat to calm down.

Grabbing a tissue, she wiped her watery eyes, and sniffled.

When she had found out about her disease, she cried for days. It wasn't uncommon for someone as healthy as her to have such a stigma in her life, but she was just learning to live with it.

Her doctor had told her that stress would make it worse. And that was exactly what she was feeling.

That brat had ruined everything. Now she didn't have a job, and she needed money for her medication, as well as to feed herself.

Athena knew life was testing her. Every hardship she had gone through in her miserable life, was an obstacle. To see if she would make it through the fog. But how was she supposed to get to her destination, if all the roads were blocked?

Athena took a deep breath and stood up staight. She wiped the blood on her lips, smiled at herself in the mirror and crawled back into bed.

Quickly, she drifted off to sleep, dreaming of a blank space.

***

Athena stirred in her sleep, and slowly rose up from her pillow. She felt lightheaded.

It was Sunday so she could practically do nothing all day. That meant she wouldn't be missing much at College. Plus, she could visit the Museum and look at the new Anatomy Exhibition that had just opened up.

She got out of bed, and in a few minutes she had showered and was dressed in black jeans, and a black hoodie with white vans. She quickly brushed through her scruffy hair and grabbed her navy backpack, phone and earphones.

As she creeped down the steps, she glanced at the sofa and was relieved to notice an arm dangling on one side. She could hear Daniel's soft snoring, even after she had shut the front door.