Lost In Time

Painful Confessions

It'll get better before it gets worse...and so on and so forth! Also, does anyone have ANY idea why the center alignment doesn't work, or stick EVER?! PLEASE LET ME KNOW!

Saturday, August 22nd

When I opened my eyes Saturday morning, waking up to my annoying alarm, I didn't want to get up. I knew what today was, and I wasn't ready. I doubted I ever would be ready. That letter hadn't left my mind once the entire week. How to tell Pops and how to get the broach. I wasn't any closer in either of those endeavors, and now, I was out of time. Wearily, I turned off the alarm and stumbled to the bathroom. Class started at seven, I shouldn't be late. I took a little longer than usual in the shower, staring blankly at the seashell tiled floor as the water beat down on me. They say showers are great for thought and rejuvenating tired bones. They lied. Sighing heavily, I stepped out of the shower, wrapping the towel tightly around myself as I walked back into my room, still drawing blanks as to even what to say to Pops. How do you tell someone their beloved relative is dead? I went to my dresser, not bothering to look in the mirror before rooting around for something to wear, preferably activewear. Since I didn't look in the mirror, Dim scared the hell out of me as he spoke up, lounging on my unmade bed.

"Do I even want to know what's with the egg and the mice? Oh, and the smell of course." I shrieked, throwing the shirt and underwear I had in my hand up in the air. Whirling around, I glared at him, attempting to cover myself up even more.

"What the hell!? Do you always just waltz into girl's rooms unannounced?!" I screeched, narrowing my eyes at him as he laughed heartily, looking very much at home and too damn cheerful for 6:24 in the morning.

"I don't know, you're the first girl I've considered doing it to. Do you always leave the door unlocked?" He questioned, eyes sparking with mischief. I managed to stay upright and kneel at the same time, cheeks turning bright red as I snatched up my fallen clothing.

"Get out!!" I yelled, pointing at the door.

"Nope."

"Yes!"

"Nope, I'm to make sure you show up to class this time." He pushed himself off my bed, wandering over to look at my griffin books. Growling, I muttered obscene words under my breath as I stalked to the bathroom. Changing quickly, I hoped he was gone by the time I threw on my bra and underwear. I looked at the tee shirt I had grabbed, frowning. I creaked the door open a little, noting Dim was in a man's tank and gym shorts. My shirt wouldn't do. Screw it, I'm in my room for heavens sakes. So I waltzed back to my dresser, put the shirt away, and, ignoring Dim's gaze on my bare back, I focused on choosing an outfit from my closet. Don't jump, don't say a word, ignore him. I repeated to myself over and over as I felt him come closer to me, standing somewhere behind me. My hands shook slightly as I chose a red workout tee shirt and a matching set of capris.

"Black and green looks better on you." I froze as Dim's voice whispered in my ear, and all of a sudden, I felt his presence directly behind me, every nerve on alert. What. Just. What. No. Um...Flustered, I put the red outfit back, and nearly jumped out of my skin as his hand shot out and grasped my left arm, his fingers icy cold against my feverish skin. I swallowed as goosebumps rose on my arm, his fingertip slowly tracing the smooth skin.

"The...that wound healed a long time ago." I whispered, slightly out of breath.

"...I see that." His voice murmured, a note of sadness wavering. Unspoken words screamed volumes between us, and the tension rose. I didn't move, hardly breathing. He seemed to be debating with himself. Slowly, I turned my head to look up at him, our eyes meeting softly. He was conflicted, too many emotions for me to read. His eyes always looked like a storm, a hurricane that was chained. Ready to destroy but unable to.