~Imogen's POV~
I wake up early in the morning feeling movement on the bed. Zandra is cuddling closer into me, mumbling incoherently in her sleep. I throw my arm over her, and pull her in closer; fitting her against my side. I fall into a peaceful sleep again, with her in my arms.
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Slowly, I start to wake up. A small streak of light shines through my blinds on the Windows, casting an eery look on my dark walls. Zandra is squished against my side in a tight ball, still sleeping peacefully.
She is so tiny and beautiful...I just want to squish her cheeks and kiss her plump lips. Her face looks so calm, and she looks so young when she is sleeping.
"Stop staring at me..." She mumbles, her eyes still closed, a small smile on her lips.
My face starts to heat up even though she can't see me. "I'm not!" I whisper yell to her.
"Sure you weren't. Who wouldn't want to look at my gorgeous face." She retorts, now opening hers.
"You are gorgeous..." I say to myself, silently.
"What?"
"Y-you are gorgeous." I say a little louder, yet still in a quite whisper. I keep my eyes averted from her face, but look up cautiously to see her staring at me.
"And you are so, so beautiful." She says whispering breathlessly. I pull her in closer so we are chest against chest. She fits her head in the crook of my neck, and I run my fingers over her hand absentmindedly in circles.
I quickly glance at the clock, groaning internally that I'm up this early; 7:02. Well...time to sleep for another three hours or so.
I close my eyes again, hoping to sleep through a couple hours unlike the last few times.
"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." I think I hear as I drift off into another sleep. I can't tell though.
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"Imogen..."
"Imogen."
"Imogen!" "Wake up!" I feel a shove on my side, and then I am flying off the bed. "Oh my god!....whoops."
I hit the wood floor pretty hard on my hip. Zandra is standing above me with a cautious look on her face...maybe I should have a little fun..?
"Zandra! Why would you do that! No one wakes me up!"
"I-I'm sorry?" She says fumbling with her words. "I d-didn't mean too?"
I stare at her blankly, and she stares back at me with a scared look on her face. I try to hold in my laugh but I just can't. "You...should've...seen your...face!" I say between laughs.
"That's not fair!" She says, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting her bottom lip...damn she's adorable when she does that.
I spring up off the floor and stand right up in front of Zandra. I peck her on her plump bottom lip and step back. "Life isn't fair." I simply reply with a smirk on my lips, heading into the washroom. "I'm having a shower, find us something to do today!" I call as I shut the door.
"Do you just want to go to the mall...maybe watch a movie that is out?" She yells back.
"Sure!" I say as I strip of my night clothes and switch on the hot water. I cringe at the sight of myself in the mirror as I walk by.
My hair is a mess and I look as pale as a ghost...but that's not whats bothering me. It's the scars that mark my arms, thighs, and part of my stomach. A constant reminder of how I was...am? Sometimes I don't know.
