Imperfections (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 3: Bathroom Incident

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Jack's Point of View

I sat in my room, very early in the morning, my eyes trained on a computer screen. I glanced over to my mirror, noticing the dark bags under my eyes. I ignored them, focusing on my computer game again. I fixed my microphone before turning it on and speaking with my teammates, "The zombies are in the kitchen. No, Roux, the kitchen." I sighed in frustration.

My fingers moved skillfully across the keyboard as I directed my player into the kitchen and began shooting my gun at them.

Recently, I had become obsessed with Call of Duty; the one with the zombies in it. I would stay up all night and sleep half the day; even in class. It was unhealthy, but I didn't know that.

My mother knocked softly on my door and I mumbled, "Come in."

I heard the door click open and told my teammates that I had to go. I exited my game before spinning around in my swivel chair, making eye contact with my mother. "When'd you wake up?" She asked, raising her eyebrows questionably.

I hesitated before answering, "I took a little nap around three."

My mother ran a hand down her face, "Will I have to get melatonin to make you go to sleep?" She groaned, frustrated with my actions.

I shrugged.

"Well, I've gotta get dressed, so if you don't mind.." I trailed off, hoping she'd get the hint.

"Okay, Jack. Don't go to sleep, okay?" She warned before leaving, softly closing the door behind her.

Sighing, I stood and walked towards my dresser, pulling it open and pulling out a 'My Chemical Romance' band T-Shirt and a pair of black jeans. I pulled out a pair of white socks as well. Quickly, but quietly, I stripped out of my pajama shorts and slipped into the new clothes, smoothing my shirt over before leaning towards the mirror and fixing my hair a tad. Quickly, I grabbed my black converse and slipped them on, tying them quickly before walking out of my room, my shoes making a soft thudding sound on the wooden floors.

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a breakfast bar, peeling the wrapper off of it and biting a chunk off of it.

Continuing to chew on the marshmallow-flavored chunk, I walked into the bathroom and grabbed my comb, slowly running it through my hair. The exhaustion of being deprived of sleep had begun to affect me.

I let out a yawn, placing my breakfast bar on the counter, completely forgetting about it. I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste, putting some of the minty substance onto the bristles of my toothbrush, wetting it before beginning to brush my teeth. While watching myself brush my teeth in the mirror, I noticed how pale my skin was after so many months without sunlight.

However, it didn't bother me.

I spit out the toothbrush, washing my toothbrush thoroughly and putting it back into its cup and walking out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. I grabbed my dark blue hoodie off of the table and slid it over my head before grabbing the car keys, my wallet, and my phone before walking towards the front door and going outside, shouting up to my mom that I was leaving.