Beware The Devil's Eye [[Discontinued]]

Awake And Alive

Tossing and turning, that's all I do now since the nightmares started. When did they start? Well, I can't remember because it was so long ago. Weird thing is, I can't remember what the nightmares are about when I wake up, it's stressful to be honest. It's even more that my physiologist continues to pester me with the same old questions even when I tell her "I don't know, I can't remember anything when I wake up." But it obviously doesn't sink into that stupid brain of hers. 

Anyway enough about the stupid women, though she is part of this 'story'. I'm going to take you back a year ago. If you don't understand what's going on already, you will soon enough.

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 The ringing of the alarm echos through the bedroom, making me jump up with fright. I'm pretty happy about it though. I reach up to rub my eyes only to notice I've been crying in my sleep. I roll my eyes slightly before throwing my bed sheet off my sticky body and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. Hearing a loud knock on my bedroom door, I sigh and holds my hand to my head "Enter" I murmur sleepily and my mother enters the room, great "Get dressed and go to school. Get something to eat there" She snaps and walks out, slamming the door shut which makes a bang echo throw the hollow room

If you're to see my room, you'll think I've just moved in;I don't like having much in here. All I have is some band posters on the red painted walls, my laptop places on my desk in the corner or my room which is littered with paper that has drawing's and lyrics on with pencils and crayons etc. In the other corner is my double bed with has a white sheet and black covers with a red pillow. Next to that is my double sized wardrobe and chest of draws. My room is big enough to fit a party in, Literally, but we're not rich.... Well, my grandparents are and they gave us this house

I stand up from my bed and walks to my wardrobe, opening it and looking at everything. My hoodies, six of them, are hung up on the metal bar with a single jumper and two coats. On the left side my tops, shirts etc are neatly folded on the several shelves that go downwards. On the right is the same but jeans. In the chest of draws are my Pj's in the top on and other things in the seconds one. I pull out a pair of black ripped skinny jeans and a Hollywood Undead short sleeved top with my gray hoody. I grab a pair of black socks and white underwear before heading of to the bathroom which is to the right.. Yes, I have my own bathroom 

Inside the bathroom there's a large sink with a mirror hanging above it and a shower/bath to the left. On the right side is a cabinet with supplies. I turn my shower on, waiting for it to get hott and strip down. Once the water is ready, I step in and start washing my hair first, already having everything I need out. I wash my hair thoroughly before washing my body. I finish and turns the water off, stepping out and start to dry my body. I change into my clothes, ignoring now wet my top becomes. I grab my hair drier, straighteners and make-up. It takes my about an hour to dry, straighten and tease my hair; taking another 15 minutes to add dark red lipstick and thin eyeliner before putting everything away.

I place my washing and towels in the basket before going back to my room, locking my bedroom door an putting my key in my pocke before grabbing my black/white converses. After putting them on, I grab my BMTH bag and head down stairs, getting glares of my mother. I kiss my sisters head, she's 10 years old and we love each other which is hell of a lot more then I can say for my mother. I skip breakfast and start heading out until my mother calls me back 

"Alex! What the hell is all this? You look pathetic, then again you are. Ugh, get out of my sight" She snaps again, being the usual bitch she is. I roll my eyes which earns a slap across my jaw and I storm out the house, lifting my hood up over my hair which makes me look like an 'emo' as others will call me at school but I don't care what people say. I look at the time on my black diamond watch and curse under my breathe as I notice I have 20 minutes to get to the school gates before they close and an hour before lesson starts....