KRIIIIIIIING!!!!!!! KRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!
KRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNGG!!!!
Ughh. This annoying clock. I hit it in full rage making a loud noise. Right, I broke it. Again.
“That’s the 7th clock alarm you broke Layla”,
Hmmm… I knew that voice.. all too well.
“Well, good morning to you too my Mia”, greeting her sarcastically.
“You see, I had a dream again. A very beautiful dream. There was fire in it. And then there was dad and me.. oh and you too, you were there too. We were about to di—“
“Stop!”, she cut me off.
“Why my sweet Mia? Is there anything wrong in my dream?”, sarcasm in my tone.
“Stop it Lay. You couldn’t have done anything about it too, you know. It was all the chance we got, I saved you, Lay. I saved you”
“No you did not. You saved yourself. I’m better off de—“
“Don’t! Stop wanting. to be. Dead. Layla—“
“Well tell me Mia, are you living?”, that shut her up. I hate her.
I used to love her back before when we were alive. But now, I don’t know. I hate being like this. I hate that she made a choice for me. I hate that she made me become of who I am now. Oh that’s wrong, I hate her ‘cause she made me become of what I am now.
I stood up and headed to my newly renovated bathroom. I took a quick shower and went back to my room. Glad she’s gone. I looked at the clothes in the closet, all were branded and personally designed but none of them made me happy. None of it can comfort me, so I chose a black tank top and red jeans, finishing it up with my ugg shoes and a jacket.
I headed downstairs too quickly, startling Lucas.
“Well, good morning dear. How was your sleep?” he asked.
“Do we sleep?”, I retorted.
“Oh sorry, dear, I’m starting to forget things. I think I’m getting older”, he replied.
I smiled at that. I’m kinda glad that he can make jokes out of this situation.
“Oh no, Is that grey hair Lucas?” touching his soft blonde hair.
“No. You just like touching my beautiful soft hair”
That’s true. I like touching his hair. It’s so warm and soft. I like it so much that I want to rip it out of his head and keep it with me in my sleep.
“Stop fantasizing about my hair Layla. You’re going to be late”, he snapped at me.
“It’s okay. I can make a run for it Lucas”, I let go of his hair and headed out the door.
The weather is beautiful, snow was everywhere. I started walking down the pathwalk, devouring the pristine winter breeze. I looked at each house I passed by. They’re beautiful. Each was decorated for Christmas. Red and green was everywhere.
Then, I heard a cry. I picked up my pace and saw a boy flopped on the ground.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I’m okay, I just tripped from a rock”, he answered.
I smelled blood. I quickly stopped myself from breathing. The boy stood up, showing his blooded knee. I winced.
“Are you alright Miss?” the boy asked.
“Yes, I’m okay, but I have to go. You just go home and clean that cut”, I answered back, still holding my breath. I ran down the walkway. When I was far enough I looked around the street. No one’s around.
