Housefull

Chapter 4

Genevieve's POV

After a few more people, singing the karaoke the music still thrums through the air, seeming to shake the entire house. My head pounded, like a hammer smacking into my temple every time my heart sounded, my eyes beginning to droop, but I know that if I went to bed, I would not sleep at all. 

I slip away upstairs, feeling my energy deplete. 

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For hours, later, they continued while I lay restless in my bed, listening to the chatter and singing. They laugh while I listen to the hollow auditorium of my chest swoons with the echoes with a meaningless heartbeat. Looking at the alarm that blinks in red lights, it's almost 5:30AM.

After not having a wink of sleep, I decide to get up and draw the curtains open I'm not disappointed with what I find; I see a gorgeous sunrise. That's what I love about my room. Orange and red mix in a ombré affect over the horizon: I see why photographers call this 'The Golden Hour'.

As a kid, I'd set an alarm to see this, every single morning, and every single morning, my mum would come into my room and kiss my head, telling me softly that I needed to go back to bed. Those are few of the vivid anecdotes that I remember of being young, being a small girl. A small girl, who didn't are about how she looked, the one who would dance like the rest of the world wasn't there. The one who's smile was still genuine and innocent, the one who actually ate meals. The one who doesn't exist anymore.

My window, being fairly large, opens and I do, climbing up onto the windowsill. Grabbing the ledge, I lower myself down onto a bit of roof just below the window and move to the edge, letting my legs dangle over the edge as I stare at the blazing colours. My toes are cold in my thin socks and my barely covered legs slightly shiver in the morning breeze. I hold myself, running my arms. As much as I yearn to go back inside, I can't seem to take my eyes away from the almost blinding rays of shimmering lights. I'd love to say someone came and romantically put their arm around me; kept me warm and stayed with me until I fell asleep but that only happens in the movies. I just stay, cradling myself in my own arms for what seems like hours when I finally decide to clamber back into my window only to be greeted my my cold bed. Pulling the window shut, the clock reads 6:13 and I cover myself in blankets, hoping to block everything else out.

Written by Danni :3