Alone.

I'm Going To Die

Chapter: 13
I'm Going To Die

Somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, I was able to hear the sounds of an alarm going off. Slowly but surely, the sounds began to invade my consciousness, knocking on it relentlessly. I groaned at the disastrous sound and pulled my soft pillows over my head. But there was no end to the torture. "Oh shut it. Stupid alarm!" I groaned in grogginess as I reached behind me for my phone resting on the side table. I click the phone shut and went back to my soft-as-cotton-candy-sleep.

Hardly a moment of peace passed and the dreary sound went off again. My hands clenched on either sides of my pillow as I bent over in frustration and growled, "I hate my life." But that was just the beginning of self-given torture as I had six more alarms ready to cause me a brain haemorrhage, I'd rather not take my chances.

I rolled over sourly and almost fell off of my bed. Stomping my foot on the marbled floor, I headed for the bathroom, all the way cursing the chaos that was my life.

Approximately five minutes later, I was staring inside my closet with disdain. The bland uniform; ironed and crisp, awaited me with open arms. I tugged off the particular set of clothes from the hanger and a war with blue, white and maroon ensued and raged.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Relatively awake now, I eyed myself, inspecting the imperfections with a critical eye. I glanced at the clock behind me through the mirror reading 7:25. Leaning in, I noticed a small, barely there scar on the top right of my forehead; moving down, I saw the fading imprint of a rare acne on my left temple, then I peered at my eyes. Their bright colour a contrast to the dim attire I had on. I noticed they were more green than blue today. A flash of blue-grey rushed through my mind without my consent, my heart skipped a beat and I saw in awe as my eyes brightened even more.

"God, I'm going eff-ing mad," I shook my head.

I was about to turn around and reach for my bag lying beside the vanity when my eyes fell on a pair of pearls that mum gave me last year on my birthday, resting on the smooth surface of the dressing table. I had never really put them on because jewellery isn't my style, unless wrist watches are counted. But I paused as I stared at their exquisite shine and perfection. Without much thought, I put them on, admiring how they actually looked good, fitted in my ear lobes. I grabbed my bag, phone, watch and went downstairs, closing the door behind me.

"Whoa, there!"

I glanced beside me as Ashley looked me over. "What?"

"Something's different with you today." She scratched at her chin, posing a thoughtful expression.

I rolled my eyes, "You're more tolerable when you're not talking, Ash."

"Oh my God, you're wearing the peals mum gave you!"

I gave her a blank look, "And?"

"And, for once you're looking the gender you are."

I levelled her a flat, inexpressive gaze while she snickered at her smart comment. "Move." I shoved her ahead of me as we went down the stairs. I pulled at the waistband of her skirt and heard a satisfying hiss escape from my little sister's mouth. She turned her head sideways and glared at me. I shrugged, "Serves you right."

Together, both us sisters entered the kitchen. Aiden was sitting by the counter and having his cereal while Thomas was helping mum with the omelette she was making, I quirked a brow at the latter because Thomas only ever aided mum in trivial house chores when he wanted something from our parents. Dad was sitting beside Aiden, scrolling through his phone; probably for news and emails. I sat down on one of the stools and started drumming my fingers across the surface of the counter.