I packed my things and wobbly walked out the door. Just as I passed my classroom's door post, everything about me felt wrong. My head's dizzy. My vision doubled. My shoulder throbbed in pain, feeling the intense weight of my shoulder bag. I could hear nothing, only the sound of my own breathing getting deeper and deeper and deeper...
“Amy!” Someone grabbed my arm just before my face met the rough rock floor.
“Th..thanks, Kai.” A soft whisper was all that i could manage to voice out; more air
than voice, actually.
“You don't look good.”
“Thanks for the reminder.” I joked. Kai smiled a shallow smile.
“Not that,” He pulled me closer. I could feel my cheeks already burning up. I didn't want him to see it, but he is my best friend, so I guess I couldn't resort to slapping that slightly tanned face of his to get him to get his face away from mine. “I mean, you look pale.”
“I always have been pale. And you call yourself my friend.” I laughed. I wish he'd give it a rest.
“Come on, Amy. What's wrong? Are you sick?”
“Give it up, already!” I retrieved my arm from his weakened grasp and left.
I can't believe I screamed at him. I can't believe I got angry at him. And for what? Being worried about me? No. Shove it off, I told myself. I can't have him knowing.
I walked toward the clinic. It was part of my daily routine, as my dear old mother demanded me to do. “It will make you feel better” “A daily visit to the doctor will rid you of your constant head aches” and whatnot. Funny thing about it is that I don't feel any better whenever I go there. The only thing that I remember from going inside the clinic, is that I... always... end up... thump.
~0.0~
I woke up to the darkness of my room, some time just before Dawn awoke and shared her light. I swiftly sat up. I never regretted something so quickly. I felt like I was about to barf out my dinner--- but I don't recall ever eating anything. I had the century's head splitting head ache. Gravity had a war with my left side. It kept pulling all my weight down that side, making sure I'd fall. Guess what; gravity won. I tumbled down my king sized bed and unto the floor.
I stayed there for a few seconds, thanking my very loyal fuzzy red rug that kept me from hitting my head on the mahogany floor. But that didn't stop my arm from getting scratched by my evil bed post. Blood gushed out of that tiny scrape, as if it was Niagra Falls. The scent of rust and iron shot up my nose, sending me another terrible head ache. My lids drooped over my eyes. I felt a little light headed. And if I hadn't thrown out all the mirrors I owned, no doubt I would've seen a red head lying on her soft fuzzy rug, her leg bending in the most wrong way, her face ---mostly her lips--- more pale than it used to be.
Yep, the usual morning I woke up to.
Sasha, my personal maid, rushed in with the first-aid kit. She bandaged my arm and forced me to sit up. She bandaged my sprained ankle, as if this was on schedule. It probably was, considering that I break something every morning, whether or not gravity hated me that day.
“Maybe Madame should put you in a crib! You're like a little toddler who can never be trusted to stay on her mattress!” Sasha laughed. Ha-ha. Very funny.
“Yes, maybe I should.” A familiar menacing voice interrupted Sasha's laughter.
Sasha lifted her head in surprise, her glowing yellow eyes now wide and weak in fear. She walked on her knees toward the wall, away from me. Mother always had a knack for shoving people away, with that aura of malevolence and face caked with make-up, whether or not it was on command.
“Mother.” I said, feeling her cold stare send chills up my spine. I almost never saw her, and the only times I did was to force me to do something I did not want to.
“Amy.” She said, her voice as snow-cold as her stare.
“Fancy meeting you here.”
“It just so happens that you are to be brought to school by me.” This being the number one on my list of things-that-i-hate-but-unfortunately-mother-forces-me-to-like. “So get off your weak lazy butt and get yourself ready. I only have ten minutes to spare for you, and that is all.” She turned on her heel and out the door.
“That lady never changes.” I rolled my eyes. I can't lie; I breathed a sigh of relief. I can't stand being in one room with her. Her aura of evil gets through everybody, even me.
“You have to understand, young mistress,” Sasha's voice was weak and scared. I almost forgot she was there. She blends well with the wall. “Your mother is a very busy woman.” She said in her country-ish way, but nobody ever knows what she's doing at work. Heck, I don't even know her job! All I know is that she holds five phones wherever she goes and gets at least 40 phone calls everyday, talking about some sort of business and “hidden sanctuaries”. What the heck does that mean?!
“Yeah, I'll take your word for it.” I said, making sure that every syllable contained even the slightest hint of sarcasm. I stood up, a roller coaster taking my mind into a never ending series of loopty-loops, and finally made my way to the bathroom, wondering if I would break anything else in there.
