Forever Dead

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Prologue:

An alarm rung in my ear; I covered my head with my pillow to hide from its message. It didn’t work and I reluctantly sat up and turned it off. I looked around in the darkness of my room. It was almost pitch black. I decided to read the time on my clock: 5:19. I sunk back down into bead. My sister’s had clearly tampered with my alarm. I hated them for it, they were always terrorising me with their pranks; especially Rose. Ellen was aright until she was pushed along by Rose. What made it worse was she was only six. I always laugh when I think of the fact: a ten year old being pushed around by a six year old. However in Ellen’s defence Rose is a trouble maker, a disaster waiting to happen. I rolled on my side to face the outer wall of my room. It was small and only just enough room to fit a bed in the space I had. I shut my eyes to think about the latest video I watched on YouTube. It always worked; I would begin arguments with myself about what would happen later in the series of videos. I drifted into a deep sleep. It was bliss and calm. The only time I got away from all the shouting, screaming and general business of my home life.

“Oi Kat get up! It’s time to get ready for school” I grunted at her. She was always my alarm clock whenever my was tampered with. I sat up to see she had left me. I collapsed down into the comfort of my bed. Footsteps crept up on me; they began to climb the ladder to my high sleep. I had my eyes closed so I didn’t take any notice of them. A rush of cold water splashed over me. I gasped at it. I turned my head to see my sister running out my room; an empty bottle in hand.

“Rose you are so dead!” I literally jumped off my bed, grabbing my dressing gown before running after the evil six year old. I ran into her bed room and ended up being pushed out by my other sister because she was changing. “Ellen can’t protect you forever, Rose” I screamed as their door swung in my face. I sighed walking into my room to pull out my towel from the other side of my room: hanging on the cross bars under my bed. I walked across the hallway to the bathroom, hoping I would have a peaceful morning. I was wrong; I was knocked over by my brother pushing me out of the way to use the bathroom.

“Too slow Kat” he laughed shutting the door in my face. I clenched a fist to the door. Dropping my towel and slamming my fists at the door.

“I was here first, Get out Ryan. It was my turn to use the shower!” I carried on hitting the door. The sound of rushing water filled my ears, the shower was already running. So no matter how loud I would shout he would never hear me. I turned away to grab my town off the floor. I saw the box on the outside of the door which controlled the shower. I flicked it, running into my room and locking it. I heard heavy footsteps striding across the landing.

“Kat get out here, NOW!” I snigger to myself. There was no way I was leaving until I was ready. I walk over to the pile of washing in the corner of my room, balancing on my small white stool. I skimmed through every item of clothing for my uniform. I wasn’t there. I bit my lip, I either leave and get almost killed by Ryan, yell down the stairs to mum or sit in here until he leaves. I thought about it for a moment. Clearly the third one wasn’t an option. I unlocked my door and poked my head out the door. Ryan was gone. I felt my body relax, it was clear to cross over to mum’s room to rummage through the clothing. I tip toed over and crouched down by the orange washing basket. I pulled it out to find it was Ryan’s old one. I sighed, why did I always get Ryan’s hand-me-down clothes. I know it is a lot cheaper on the pocket but seriously it would be cheaper if Ryan left home already, he was eighteen and in his last year of university.  Shouldn’t he be in a dorm like I see on the movies and TV shows I see all the time? I ran back to my room and locked the door once again so Rose didn’t barge in on me whilst I was changing. I changed quickly so I wouldn’t have the thirty second warning from mum, to get down here or she would take my phone. Even though I loved my phone and used it daily she could do worse.  I ran down the stairs to the kitchen, as per usual it was packed with my busy mother, hungry sisters, my annoying brother and the cats wanting to be fed. I turned on my heels and walked along back to the stairs, it will eventually calm down and I can grab my breakfast, sit down and eat without someone screaming in my ear saying “Kat can’t you do that somewhere else” or “Kat stop messing around and hurry up!”

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