Azalea ♡ Z.M

♡ Chapter 1 ♡

Torn ~ One Direction (cover)

Buzz buzz buzz.

Sunshine peeked through the pale curtains of the window illuminating the pale purple room. Bear, the brown and white boxer dog, peacefully snored at the edge of the bed.

Azalea lazily rolled her body and reached out to slam the snooze button of her annoying alarm clock on the night stand next to her bed. She let out a loud groan. The sunlight molested her eyes.

"I hate mornings." Her soft voice spoke into the air. Although to be fair, it sounded pretty raspy and nasty since she just woke up.

She forced herself to get up. Her body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. It was the weight of her sorrows that was making her soul feel so heavy.

Azalea slipped on her fuzzy hello kitty slippers, the ones her mom bought her four years ago. The same slippers she refused to throw away. Bear greeted her good morning with a slobbery lick on her hands and a wagging tail. Azalea smiled slightly at the innocence of Bear and his adorable demeanor.

She walked towards the window and looked outside. Another sunny day. It's hard, you know, to see the birds flying and the skies clearing and the trees growing when all you feel inside is darkness, hate, sadness and most of all, emptiness.

Azalea huffed as she tied her curly hair in a bun above her head. As soon as she opened her bedroom door, the delicious aroma of waffles delighted her nostrils. She went downstairs to see that her brother was already roaming around in the kitchen like a hungry lion.

"Good morning, sunshine." Dominic greeted her with a warm smile while trying to flip over some eggs. Ugh. Sunshine. The thing Azalea hated the most.

"Morning." She said.

She sniffed and proceeded to take out the box of Reese's cups cereal from the cabinet and the milk from the fridge. What she usually had in the mornings.

"What are you gonna do today? " He asked, handing her a bowl.

Azalea poured the cereal into her bowl and then the milk. She realized she forgot the spoon. Stupid me, she thought, can't even make myself a frickin bowl of cereal. She sighed and went to the sink.

"Nothing. And you?" She answered her brother.

"Drake invited me to go play basketball. Wanna come?"

Azalea mixed her cereal with her spoon. "No, I don't really feel like going. Maybe next time.

"Are you sure?" He insisted.

"Yeah." Azalea ate a spoonful of her cereal.

She really didn't feel like going to the basketball court where there would be so much people.

People tended to make Azalea bite her nails and have itches down her spine. She would feel uncomfortable cause she knew everyone knew she was a freak. Always saying stupid things, always being sad. She felt judged and she would start tearing down like the November rain. That made her feel humiliated and pathetic, which would then make her angry with herself. Which would make her cry more. She just didn't have the energy to deal with that today.

"Azalea you need to go out. You always just stay here or at the park. Its not healthy for you, you have to-"

"I can't!" Her soft voice rung through the walls like a furious earthquake. "I can't Dominic! I can't move on, okay? I'm glad you did, but I can't." She threw her head in her hands.

Dominic stared at her from across the kitchen bar counter. He hated to see his little sister like this, with darkness in her eyes and anger in her words.

Azalea huffed. She sunk back in her chair. She didn't mean to yell at her brother but this situation was so...so infuriating. And by this situation she meant her life.

Dominic tried to comfort his sister by placing his hand over her fragile paper like one. She flinched back as soon as their skin made the slightest contact. Dominic let out a sigh full of sadness and frustration. It seemed he was losing his sister more and more as days went on.

"Whatever." Azalea groaned, stood up and stomped upstairs where she slammed the thin wooden door and locked herself in her room.

She sat by the window. Why was she like this? Why wasn't she strong like her mom? Why wasn't she brave? Why was she her? A salty teardrop streamed down her soft cheek. Because she was broken. Her heart, mind and soul were shattered pieces of thin glass scattered everywhere. Too hard to put back together.

Matter of fact, she didn't even think she had a heart anymore. Not even a broken one. All she had a pit hole full of hate towards herself and towards her life. All she had were crystal clear memories of creamy hot chocolates and dewy days. All she had were memories of warm loving kisses and hugs that cured her cold. She wished they were blurry. She wished the memories were vague and foggy like the mornings. But they weren't. They were vividly carved into her memory. And it made everything so much more difficult. Because she wanted to forget. She wanted to forget all those memories cause now that was the only thing they were. Memories. Memories that all they did was cause Azalea pain. They made her lungs tear apart and broke her bones. Because she wasn't strong. And she hated herself.

Because Azalea's mom was dead. She had left forever and had taken Azalea's heart along with her.

I wanna curl in a cave now. What do you think?

The chaps for this story are gonna be considerably short compared to the chaps in 'Flights' and this story will also be shorter. Hope you like it!