Open Your Eyes|| Bajan Canadian

Chapter 2

It takes what feels like 3 hours, but it was only an hour. Kat just went through all my closet, my drawers and every place I store clothes. She thinks I need to look good just so I could get a boyfriend, or something on the lines of that. Well, I don't need one. I am good by myself.

Of course, I try to tell her that. "Kat, if you are just picking out clothes for me just so I could look good for a boy or something, I don't need it. I just want to get drunk at home, where I won't get sexually harassed by some 30 year old with a wife."

She turned to me and sighs. "I am all up for getting drunk and watching movies tonight, if you want. I just need to get what some people call "hammered." She puts her fingers up for quotations. I laugh and walk over to my best friend. I give her a bear hug, almost knocking her over.

"Sorry if you wanted to go to the club, I just don't want to go all extravagant tonight for my 19th birthday, wait 20th... oh my God. It's my 20th birthday. Well, so much for that. I still wanna stay home, but I still wanna get what you call "hammered." I copied her, and she doubled down in laughter.

"OK, let's go and get the liquor then." She walks out of my room and I hear her go downstairs. I want to have a shower though... "KAT I NEED A SHOWER, GIVE ME 20 MINUTES! I heard her sigh. "OK, HURRY UP!" I laughed and grabbed a random shirt and black high waisted shorts.

I walk into the bathroom and shut the door. I turn on the shower and shut the curtain, so the water doesn't get out on the floor. I walk back to the counter and I look into the mirror. I swear I am losing my mind. I forgot about my birthday.

And it has to be my twentieth birthday, just for my luck. There might be something wrong with me, or my life is to 'stressful' to think about this stuff. No, I might need to get this checked out. I tuck my blonde and purple hair behind my ear and look at myself. Yeah, you can call me emo, or just goth in general. But I'm not. I just have a different look then everyone else. But, I don't need to get into that.

I undress quickly and step into the shower. The water is REALLY cold, so I shrink back, skin frozen. "Shit" I curse under my breath and turn the tap to the left.

I put my hand under the hot water. That's better. I start to wash my hair, humming 'Astronaut' by Simple Plan, or something like that. After humming a little verse, I began again, this time singing.

"Can anybody hear me?

Or am I talking to myself?

My mind is running empty

In the search for someone else

Who doesn't look right through me.

It's all just static in my head

Can anybody tell me why I'm lonely like a satellite?

'Cause tonight I'm feeling like an astronaut

Sending SOS from this tiny box

And I lost all signal when I lifted up

Now I'm stuck out here and the world forgot

Can I please come down? (come down)

'Cause I'm tired of drifting around and round (and round)

Can I please come down?

I'm deafened by the silence

Is it something that I've done?