Shoe Laces

2. cold

[A/N did you catch a cold

from all that ice in your soul?]

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I groaned and rolled over.

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

I grabbed my pillow and threw it over my head in attempt to muffle the noise.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BE-

"GAHHHH!" I screamed as I threw the pillow down in anguish. Meanwhile...

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!

I sighed and got up, glaring at my alarm clock. The angry bold numbers flashing the time frantically. It read 6:00am. I turned the alarm off and snuggled back under my covers. Only to pop back up in a frenzy two seconds later. My bus comes everyday at 6:25am, like clockwork, without fail. I looked at the evil clock once again and saw the numbers turn from 6:00 to 6:01.

Realizing the gravity of the my situation, I jumped up and ran to the bathroom across the hall. I brushed my teeth and did my best to throw on as fast as possible. I am known to always be late for the first day of school. A habit I wish to break this year. My shirt was all white and read "If you don't have anything nice to say we have a lot in common". It's by far one of the best shirts I own. I had had also grabbed a pair of black jeans that were ripped and were also really comfy despite how they looked. My makeup consisted of just lipstick and mascara. I threw my hair up into a messy bun and ran out of the bathroom. I was super thankful that I had taken a shower last night so I wouldn't have to worry about it this morning.

Finished and grabbing my backpack from the side of desk, I ran out my door and down the hallway. But I hesitated before I ran down stairs.

Damon's room was hidden behind the door right next to the stairs. I quickly checked the time on my phone.

6:10am

I still have time.

Having more time than I thought I would, I clutched onto my phone and pushed the old wenge wood door open causing it to creak. Stepping into the dark room I reached for the light switch and flipped it upwards. Light flooded the room and I was greeted by the familiar scenery of my brother's room.

I took a deep breath.

It had been 8 months. But his room still smelled like him. His stuff was everywhere. Untouched since the accident. His queen sized bed in the center of the back wall was messily made. The walls were so decorated that you could barley see the dark brown wallpaper. Posters of bands he had liked, a glass book shelf containing our favorite video games and movies, and artwork that sat in frames hung up everywhere. My signature at the bottom corner of most of them. I loved to draw and paint, especially for Damon. He would always give me suggestions on what to make. Once my creations were finished I would give them to him as a thanks.

I felt a smile tug at my lips at the memory then I moved on. His dresser on the left wall still holding the pictures of us. We were smiling and laughing.

6:14am

My eyes prickled with tears. I blinked them away.

6:15am

I turned away unable to continue getting lost in the memories. I grabbed my watch from his dresser and left the room quickly and quietly, pulling the door shut behind me.