Have You Ever Been Afraid?

Chapter 1

     I woke from my restless sleep to the sound of my dog howling at God knows what. He was so old, poor thing barked at nothing sometimes. I slowly sat upright, cracking my neck and filling my quiet room the sound of popping joints. I know it's a horrible habit. And quite frankly, I don't really care. I reached across my bed and grabbed my phone. The time was 8:05. How long had I slept in?! My eyes darted frantically around my room.

Who cares. It's not like anyone around you wants you awake.

Thanks Dad. Good to have you here, I missed your ever so comforting voice.

I know you do.

     I really wish he'd screw off. When he died in that car crash, I thought I may be able to finally get him out of my life. I wish I could've been that lucky. Now he's with me wherever I go. A spirit, a voice in my head. Never leaves, never shuts the hell up.

     Ignoring him, I got out of my bed and stood up. I stretched my back out, and let out a small yawn. I shuffled over to my closet and grabbed whatever shirt and pants were closest to me. Did I mention I've never been a morning person? I don't function correctly until at least 11am. Throwing on the black and grey tee I picked up, I started trying to brush my hair. My hair is thick, curly, and long. So you can see why I gave up almost instantly after picking up the brush. There was no way I could brush it and still get out of the house by 8:15. Quickly grabbing a hair tie, I pulled my hair back into a messy bun, leaving my bangs draping next to my dark blue eyes.

     "FIVE MINUTES AND I'M LEAVING YOU HERE!" My foster mother Miranda screamed. I checked my phone again. 8:10. How did time keep slipping away?! I couldn't get a break! I pulled a belt around my waist, slipped on my six metal bracelets, strapped on my watch, grabbed my phone and earbuds, threw on my grey and purple shoes, and ran out to brush my teeth. I checked myself in the bathroom mirror. I looked fine for going to work.

You look hideous.

Love you too, Dad.

     After brushing my teeth, I quickly grabbed a bowl of cereal and hopped into my foster mother's car. She was a bitch and I hated every part of her, but until I was 16 she was my ride to work. Yeah I work at a young age. Problem? I need money and my foster family won't buy me shit. So I work at a state park. Apparently, I'm the only one at the park who knows how to work a damn computer. Oh well, the pay is good enough for me. I stared outside the car window at the trees rushing past. They were a beautiful autumn blur, colored like fire. I ended up falling asleep against the window. Again, not a morning person. But I enjoyed the silence of the car ride, and left myself to my own thoughts. It was nice. Comforting. But with my Dad now getting involved,

Terrifying.

~~A/N~~

Did I do good? *Hides behind chair* I hope I did good..I'll try to update everyday :D