Anything It Takes 《SLOW UPDATES》

3. Have a sleepover

Ah Saturday...My favourite day of the week. I yawned, getting up and padding downstairs in my a tank top and short shorts. I filled Lumos and Nox's bowls with their cat food and Daisy and Chase's bowls with their doggy food. Ugh the smell is disgusting.

Feeling in the mood for french toast, I opened the fridge, grabbed the milk and eggs. Opening the cupboard I pulled out a bowl and cracked the eggs and whisked in the milk.

I pulled out three slices of bread and turned on the stove, pouring oil into the pan. Once it heated up, I soaked a slice of bread in the egg/milk mix and chucked it in. The smell of the french toast wafted into my nose. Yum.

I finished putting in the last piece of bread, and while I waited I grabbed a plate, maple syrup (I prefer sweet french toast to savoury) and a knife and fork.

I plated my food and and sat on the couch in the second living room. I sighed. Why did Mom have to leave me? I miss her. She's been gone for a year. I wish I knew where she was now though. I wonder what she's doing... Does she have a new family? New husband? Kids? I might have a unknown sister or brother. That would be weird. I might have a new step father and all.

I started crying. I discarded my half eaten plate of french toast and ran up into my room. I found my blades, sobbing harder. I'm sorry Mom. For being a disgrace. I'm so sorry Avalon. And Dad. I'm probably the worst daughter ever. Loser. Nerd. Go kill yourself. Loner. Idiot. Wannabe. With every negative thought I, well...you know. It's all my fault.

Blood ran down my arms and thighs. The cuts stung but it drowned out the pain I felt inside. I wiped the blood away, hissing at every slight move but I didn't really care. I only cleaned up the blood so I wouldn't have an as bloody shower.

***

I blow dried my hair, running a brush through it. Blaine and I were doing the third thing on my bucket list today, which was have a sleepover. I've never had one before. Sad I know. But then, I've also never really had friends, Avalon was my best friend even if she was my sister.

I miss her so much.

Avalon was so beautiful. I remember always wanting to be just like her when I grew up. Her hair was as blonde and unruly as mine, maybe even more. She had these crystal blue eyes that seemed to look into your soul and were like looking into the sky on a beautiful summers day, my eyes are stormy grey, with black flecks, like a thunderstorm. She was the kindest person I knew and she always looked after me, when Mom and Dad were working. 

Avalon had a boyfriend for about 3 years when she died at 19, she was going to tell him that she loved him. But then the accident happened and Chris, her boyfriend, couldn't take it. He killed himself a few days after the funeral. Chris was like a brother to me. He was a jokester but also serious. I remember the way he used to look at her, his brown eyes filled with love. He'd go on and on about her to me while she'd get ready for their dates. Chris was one of the few people that talked to me, kindly.

I sighed. No more tears for today. Don't forget about Blaine, Aspen. I told myself.

My phone rang, the caller I.D displaying Blaine's name. With a small smile etched on my face I answered his call. "Hey Aspen!", He greeted me cheerfully. "Blainey!", I laughed. "Don't call me that" You could just hear the pout in his voice.

"Okay Blainey", I smirked. He groaned on the other end of the line. "Aspen", He huffed, "I need to know where you live, I'm coming over in a bit, remember?", Blaine said.