Soulmates

Beginnings.

I jolt awake and spring out of my bed, running to the bathroom. I swing the door open and run to the sink. Gripping to the white side of the sink, I look up at the mirror and stare at myself for a good minute

You're fine, you're alive, you're safe.

Almost every night since my father killed himself I've been having dreams, no, nightmares. They've all been the same. My father blaming me for his depression, and blaming me for driving him to suicide. Then he tortures me.

I turn the tap on and let the water run for a moment, attempting to soothe myself. I cup my hands and bring them under the flowing water, I splashed the now cold water onto my face. When reaching for the towel next to me it slips down off the shelf, forcing me to lean down to pick it up. As I start to wipe my face off my cat sprinted down the hallway, making me spring back and hit my head off the sink.

I mumble profanities under my breath and I stand back up, going downstairs. I after a few years of these dreams, I know that there's no use trying to go back to sleep after these dreams. Tonight, I got lucky, it was only 5AM. Some nights I get at most 1 hour of sleep.

I scoop some yogurt into a bowl and put some granola on top.

My head is resting on the back of a loveseat in the sunroom. My fingers wrapped loosely around a mug of coffee. As the sun came up, the warmth spread all over my body.
I push myself up and went to get myself ready for school