Living a double life

Chapter 13

When I was done puking my guts out and loosing my appetite for the rest of my life. I headed for my bedroom. As pissed off as I was I couldn't help but feel this bit of happiness. Yea I might be loosing my fucking mind but the feeling of having someone and not being alone is amazing.

I never looked at Theo when I walked past the kitchen but I could hear his chuckles as clear as day.

Bitch.  I thought as I headed for the stairs.

I ran up the stairs tramping on something hard and then  feeling it squish under the weight of my foot. I grit my teeth and close my eyes. I tame my mind as I hear Theo's mad scientist like laugh from downstairs.

Please Lord, let this not be real. I open my eyes and lift up my foot only to see that I have stepped on a snail, but not just a tiny snail. A big fucking momma of all snails! I gagged and held back the puke I knew I could never have as I threw up all whats left in my stomach already. Fucking hell.

"Gross, gross." I whimpered as I scrapped the bottom of my foot on the step. I shake my head as a shrill crawls up my spine.

I hop up the rest of the steps on one foot all the way to the bathroom, "Euwh, euwh." I moan with each hop. I get to the bathroom and hop as fast as I can to the bathtub where I rinse my foot off. "Why? Why!" I question myself as I shake my head and the devil who happened to be leaning against the door answers for me.

"Because Karma is a fucking bitch and I am Karma! I am a bitch." He says and  howls as he walks away. I mentally ask God why he had to make Theo my brother. 

God must hate me or something.

After I washed and dried both my feet, I went to my bedroom and sat down on my bed. I sigh and look around my room. It was quiet big and it still looked exactly the same since I was little.

My room was white. On the wall where my bed was there was little pictures of me and my parents and some that I brought from Germany where I stayed with my Gramps. My bed was in a corner and the fairy lights that was on the wall next to my bed shone down when I flipped the switch on causing little light trails on the pictures around it and little sparkles on my bed that looked like fairy dust.

My eyes looked at the dresser which was in the middle of the other side of my room against the wall between two tall built in wardrobes. Both a light shade of cream, the dresser in the middle was violet.

I look to the window that was on the other side of my room that faced the backyard with a beautiful view of the oak tree growing there. The pedestal that is against the wall by the window makes me think of memories wear my mom and I use to watch my dad water the garden. She'd whistle to him and when he would look up we'd pretend we hadn't been calling him all along and he'd try and wet us with the water but he never would because the first time he did it he wet my room and I was sad for like a week only to guilt trip him. I smile fondly at the memory.

I grab my phone and get off my bed and walk on my wooden flooring towards my sound system that rests on my desk that my dad made me, he was always the creative type.

I plugged in my phone and tapped play so that my music would begin to play. I turned the knob causing the music to play louder, filling my room with the sweet sound of Alessia Cara singing.

"She just wants to be beautiful. She goes unnoticed, she knows no limits. She craves attention, she praises an image. She prays to be sculpted by the sculptor." I sing along with her as I close my eyes and dance around my room. The 4 years of ballet that my grandpa forced me to take coming out. I spin around my room, moving gracefully on the tip of my toes.