Obsession With the Lost

I Drown in the Silence

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          -Lawful_Anarchist

Chapter One

It was almost disheartening to wake up feeling this alone.  My chest twinged when I realized the only noises in the house were because of me.  I hadn’t heard the irrelevant grumbles from May when she normally would have sauntered out of my room after waking me.  Worry clouded my mind, but I cleared it away.

The thick layer of sleep that always seemed to hang over me in the morning; wasn’t there, and it left an uneasy ache in the pit of my stomach.  I was wide awake from my previous nightmares and even though I was not tired, it was like I had never slept.

I brushed my teeth; the sound of the rough bristles sliding back and forth rang quietly throughout to dark bathroom which was, in one word, unwelcoming.  It was only because of my internal alarm clock that I had been out of bed at 6:06 am.  Spitting the stale cotton taste out of my mouth, along with the mint toothpaste, my hand encased the chipping faucet handle to turn on the water.  It came out in spurts, air leaving the pipes until a steady flow finally arrived.  I rinsed with cold water, not bothering to wait for it to get hot.

My eyes, that were pink from having slept so long, stared into the mirror at my dishevelled hair and I continued to do what I did every morning.  Struggling with my hair I was careful not to break the brush like I had so many times before.  I scoffed at myself for not remembering to put my hair up the night before, causing the thick locks to entangle amongst them.

I was silently thankful that winter had ended months before.  Instead of my feet stinging on the cold tile floor, they soaked in the sun’s warmth as it shown through the small window; that overlooked the nearly empty street which was only filled by the thick foliage.

Assuming my sister had been out late for work; I wanted to let her sleep in.  Sleep wasn’t something that she got a lot of, her mind was too restless at night, but I could sleep.  I was not one to worry about things that don’t pertain to me; but May worried about everyone else’s problems.  She made sure they were as important as our own sometimes.

May had always been a hard worker.  Someone had to pay the bills and even through arguments that sometimes lasted days, May refused to let me have a job.  Stay a kid while you can.  She would always repeat, but I always heard more angst behind her voice than she meant to show.  I never did want to push her when it always seemed she had bigger things to worry about.

I stood outside the off white door, my hand wrapping around the cool doorknob.  While internally debating whether I should wake her, my eyes slipped over the wall in front of me and noticed only more chipped paint on the faded wood floors.  It was selfish to steal May’s sleep, but I still heard the click of the latch to the door handle.  I still peeked into May’s near empty room, and I still stole quite steps across the old carpet.

Strategically avoiding the creaky spots on the floor, I looked to the bed that branched out from the far wall’s centre.  It made it look like it was the centrepiece in the room, when in reality it was the only piece.

“May?” My voice cracked, having not had used it yet since waking and I cleared my throat.  In a whisper I knew she would not wake up too, I again called out to my sister.

In truth I wanted her to stay asleep, but part of me was afraid to be alone in the morning.  The nervousness grew in the pit of my stomach, twisting around causing my chest to tighten.  I did not like being alone, it made meant I was isolated.  Gaining more courage I spoke louder.  My lingering figure stood next to the bed in the small room, like a child would after waking in the night.