Dangling

Chapter 6

Chapter 6 –

Sydney’s pov-->

I wake up to the beautiful sound of the damn ringing of my clock. Great another day of hell. I hate school. The only place I feel safe is here, at home. I regretfully roll over and attempt to slap the alarm off, but of course, I miss and my hand goes flying, and hits the bed frame.

Considering it’s only 5:30am I can’t scream out, especially since mother is probably still asleep. So I decided growl into my pillow, hoping that would ease a bit of the pain, which thankfully, it did. After my little… episode… I finally hit the alarm off.

I lay my head back down, face up, on the pillow, letting out the biggest possible sigh I think I have ever made. I close my eyes shut for a second, before ripping the covers off my body and standing up. I stretched my arms out and made a little noise that escaped my mouth.

I noticed that my window was still open. All the memories flooded back of last night. Talking to Niall and letting everything out. I don’t think that I really comprehended what had happened last night since I was half asleep and I was tired. But I can remember enough.

“You’re going to be safe from all of those people. I’ll protect you I promise.” He said. The words repeated in my head over and over.

I walked over to the window sill area and stroke the light blue curtains that were fluttering in the wind. It was beautiful outside. A little gloomy out, but beautiful indeed. I took one deep breath in of the rainy air. Lovely.

I stood at the window for a few more seconds admiring everything outside. I look down and see the flight of stairs. That’s how Niall probably got in. But how many flights did he have to climb. I would’ve been so out of breath after flight one.

I backed from my window and looked in the mirror. My hair and face were a mess. I quickly took out the loose hair band from my fallen out bun, and grabbed the brush from my dresser and comb it through my hair. I brushed through the curls, and yet they seemed to stay in place pretty well. They always do. It’s a pain to straighten.

Anyways when I was finished with that I opened my door, and made my way around the corner to my bathroom. I turned on the light and shut the door behind me so I could have some privacy. I looked at myself in the mirror once more. I looked so sleepy. I rubbed my eyes. I used the toilet and took a quick shower.

All throughout my shower I couldn’t get what he said out of my head. It just seemed to stick. How was he going to protect me? That’s quite impossible considering he doesn’t go to my school.

I picked up my toothbrush and ran it under the sink water, and put some tooth paste on the crunchy bristles. I moved my arm back and forth and spit out the foam and rinsed out my mouth and tapped the wet brush on the side of the sink before setting it back down. I opened my mirror cabinet and grabbed my deodorant and applied that and shut the mirror door once again. I put a small pump of face wash in my hands and scrubbed to give my face a nice break from the makeup that I wore. I sighed before turning on my curling iron and walking back to my bedroom to change and get ready for absolute hell. As my iron was heating up, I already made back in my bedroom. I walked over to my vanity where my makeup lived in a small train case. I opened it up and grabbed the small compact with the pale power and brushed the minerals all over my skin, following me grabbing my liquid liner and making some small straight black lines across my lower lid. I quickly applied some mascara and closed the makeup case.

I walked over to my small closet and slid open the big plastic mirror door. My fingers ran down the line of hangers. ‘What to wear, what to wear?’ I questioned in my mind. I finally decided on a maroon colored long sleeve top with cream spots all over it with a little peter pan collar at the top of the button up. For pants I slid into my favorite pair of washed out capris. I slid on my pair of white vans and walked over to my bed. I was still so sore from everything, but I made my way through the pain, in making my bed. Flattening corners, un-wrinkling the little bubbles in the sheets, and folded the blankets. I walked back into my bathroom where a scalding hot curling rod was waiting for me. Considering my hair is naturally pretty curly I just fixed my layers that were a bit fuzzy from the hair tie I had it in previously. I turned it off and rustled my hands through it, bending over to loosen some of the curls.