Sighted

Chapter 6

6

The morning sun rising into my window, seemed to welcome my skin more than ever. I hardly ever got this feeling, but it was a Saturday. I could finally feel the joy of not waking up early. I opened my eyes to my quiet room, looking around briskly to everything that was illuminated by the sun.

I rolled over onto my back, confused of the black phone cord that was wrapped loosely around me. That's when everything came back to mind. Trance, the dinner, Rider. Oh yeah, and I how could I forget the one thing that absolutely ruined my tranquil night: Blake. All of those messages, made me dread to see what he had sent me after I ignored the door last night.

But I wanted to know the time and this was the closest thing, I was going to have to look at the screen sometime today.

I pressed the lock button, until the familiar screen shinned back at me.

From: Blake

We'll discuss this tmrw.

Sent: Jan 12, 2013 1:24am

I'm not discussing shit, I thought to myself. I erased the message, and soon realized that I had one that was still marked as unread. I was tempted to erase it without even looking, but the name caught my eye.

From: Trance

Hey, I had a great night. I've missed you.

Sent: Jan. 12, 2013 1:12am

I was honestly surprised that he was still awake at that time, he always went to bed so early when we were close. But I was happy I got the message, it put a smile one my face after setting eyes on Blake's annoying texts. I went on to the next message, noticing I had one more.

From: Trance

Btw, you need a ride ask me. Not your stalker ex. Lol

Sent: Jan. 12, 2013 1:15pm

I rolled my eyes, placing the phone down as I tried to ignore the wide smile on my face. It was only nine in the morning, but there was really no point in staying in bed. This is the most awake I've felt in forever. If I was cheesy enough, I would've even turned on a pathetic pop song and dance around my room like I was thirteen. But that was way over my limit, I was better off having this unrealistic smirk on my face.

I couldn't really come up with a reason why I was so relaxed for once, I didn't even feel the need to take any medicine today. But out of habit, I did anyway.

The warm water just made everything better, it ran over my skin relaxing every tense muscle I've had that week. I didn't want to get out, but I was using most of the hot water. Plus, the room was gettin so muggy that I could barely breathe.

I hummed softly to myself as I dug around in my closet for something to wear. I didn't really think I would have anything to do today, but something could come up at the last minute.

Going downstairs, I didn't hear my dad's familiar sounds of the news running, or the flipping of the newspaper pages. But he should've been home, he had the day off. The kitchen was empty, but his finished coffee mug was still laying on the table.

However, I saw that the wooden door was open in the foyer that lead outside. I sighed, stepping around the corner to glance out the door. There he was, with the hood open to my escort. He leaned over, hands messing with something as he talked quietly to himself.

I shook my head, and slowly stepped out onto the porch. "Hey dad," I greeted, hugging the thin pink jacket tightly around me.

He glanced up for a quick second, holding the wrench up as he waved. "Oh, Mia," he breathed. "I'm glad you're up." He stood slowly, looking down into the parts of the open hood with disappointment. "I still can't figure out the problem. I think I'm going to take it down to that shop uptown. I was telling my coworker about how your car wouldn't start last night. She said that there was this shop called Motor Strotes. I heard that it was somewhat cheaper than where I've been taking my car."