•FADED• {Jason McCann} - wattys2017

Part 8:Blood, peace and jason.

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                        •Elena's point of view•

I wake from an uncomfortable sleep, to a wet sticky substance on my pillow and face. I tap my side lamp, which turns on and lights half of my bedroom.

Blood?

Why is there blood on my face and pillow?
I climb out from my bed and stumble my way into my bathroom.

I flick on the light, and while blinded stumble over towards the sink. I take a look into the clear mirror at my face. Blood runs from my nose.

A nose bleed?

I run some water and cup my hands under the force of it and wash my face, once all the blood is gone, I dry my face and walk back to my bed. I  wonder why my nose is bleeding. Maybe it's an allergy thing? Or maybe to do with the weather.

I place my bloody pillow on the floor next to my bed, I will deal with it tomorrow. And shut off my lamp. I crawl under the warm covers to my bed and rest my eyes.

I really hope that tomorrow is a better day then today.
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                           •Elena's point of view•
                              {the next morning}

After a long well needed sleep, I awake to the light sounds of my surroundings. The cool wind out side blows against the tree that lays planted just out side my bedroom window, resulting in a light tapping every few seconds. Annoying, yet comfortable.

I stretch and make my way out of bed. As I place my feet on the ground, my left foot lands on the bloody pillow from last night. I wonder how I got a nose bleed?

I drag my self from bed, the time on my wall clock reads 8:30am. Good, school has gone in. I'm not going to school today, and I guess for the whole week.

I walk into my bathroom to take a nice long relaxing shower, and to place the blood pillow in the washing basket. I slip my clothes from off my body and jump into the cold shower, bad idea. I turn the hot water on first to hopefully heat up the cold shower area, then I turn on the cold.

It's winter now, and it's becoming cold very quickly. After a few seconds the cold water heats up and becomes warm and I relax at its warmth.

I stand in the shower for about a minute before massaging some apple shampoo in my hair. I rinse it out and continue the same steps with the conditioner, except I leave it in while I wash my body.

After rinsing my hair and body, I turn off the water and step out onto the white bath mat. I wrap a soft towel around myself. And walk into my bedroom.

I walk over to my chest of draws and pull out a black pair of matching undergarments, a pair of grey sweat pants, a black long sleeved top and a pair of black socks.

I get dried and dressed, and throw my hair up into a messy bun. I turn on the heater in my bedroom, and make my way downstairs for some breakfast.

I open the fridge, not feeling to hungry today and pull out a red fresh sweet juicy apple. I take a bite and instantly regret my choices. The once tiny bit of hunger I felt has disappeared and I now feel sick.

I'd rather not make myself sick.

Instead of eating, I grab a glass of water and head back up stairs with it. I place the glass of water on my bedside table and make myself comfortable under the thick warm covers.

I pick up my TV remote, and flick through Foxtel (payed TV). I press 404, to see what's on in the movie channels. Nothing interesting, for now. At 9:00am 'ride along 2' is playing.

I turn on my heater blanket slightly, and put Disney channel on while I'm waiting for 9am.

As I watch 'Good Luck Charlie' I receive a message from Jason.

Jason: Hey Elena, I guess you aren't at school today?

Me: Heeeeyy, Na. I'm not at school today.

Jason: Good, I'll be over in 20 minutes.

Me: Okay see you soon. I text him my last message and continue watching TV until he arrives.

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