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Chapter twelve | Ball of confussion

"As long as we don't die, this is gonna be one hell of a story."
– John Green

The house was quite as I tumbled down the stairs in my fluffy socks. Malik had decided to go to his friend's house for a little bit and my mom was out with David. They have grown awful close and it bothered me at first. Now I realize that David is much nicer and genuine compared to his lying, sad excuse of a son, Oliver.

I grab a bag of popcorn out of the cabinet and a big green bowl from the one beside it. I hummed one of my favorite songs at the moment. I had been listening to "The Night We Met" by Lord Huron nonstop recently. Though it is a sad song, I somewhat find it relatable... Sort of.

As the popcorn cooks in the microwave, the gentle popping sounds of the cornels soothed me. I can't help that I am an unusual person. I twisted the ring that was on "Ring finger" several times. The metal cooled me down and calmed the anxiousness in my veins.

I got this ring for my birthday last year and I haven't really worn it. I feel bad about that because to say that it was very expensive would even be considered an understatement.

Once the popcorn is fully cooked, I pour it into the bowl. I hissed in pain as the hot bag burned the tips of my fingers, making them a little red. I take the bowl into the living room and kick my feet up onto the coffee table. I browse on demand for a movie I either haven't seen or one that I love so much and is worthy to be seen again.

I decided to watch the other woman because... Cameron Diaz. I have watched this movie around a million times and I am not ashamed of it. This movie is by far one of my top three favorites. I quickly run around the house and shut off all the lights to create the illusion that I was in a movie theater.

As the movie started all you could hear was the heavy rain hitting the rough roof and shinny glass windows. My eyes scanned the room once more to see if thee was anything that I was missing. Then I remembered. I forgot my phone upstairs. I figured that if I ran quick enough I could make it before the intro ended. I quickly set down my things and bolted towards the slippery stairs.

I wasn't paying any attention at all. I grabbed my phone of my coffee table and raced back to the couch. yes I have seen this movie a million times. yes I can nearly recite all the lines by heart. Yes I may be a little obsessed with it. But that little obsession of mine isn't hurting anybody.

Or so I thought...

I nearly fell head first down the stairs but my "cat like reflexes" saved me and I fell on my side, rolling down the steps. My socks made it easier to slip on the already slippery stairs. My legs twisted and banged against the wood behind me as the top half stayed put In one position. I used my arms to cover my head and face when I hit the ground.

I felt the hard wood floor against my back when I finally came to a stop. My mouth was slightly open and my eyes were wide. I had just fallen down the stairs.. Again! I pressed my palms against the floor and attempted to stand but let out a shill scream when my legs began to extend then bend.

My heart raced intensely. I flipped over my phone to see several cracks on what was once the scratch less screen. I groan. Who should I call? Is this an emergency? yes I fell down the stairs and can't get up but there are people who might be in a life threatening situation, and me compared to that is nothing. I wouldn't want to hold up the ambulanced with my clumsy and excruciatingly painful mistake.