Lucid Pain [Rated R]

CHAPTER 2

                 Today is not my day

    "I hate him!!!!!!" I screamed into my pillow, mascara smudging onto my pillow case. I clenched my fist, barely being able to breath, it seemed as if my tears and pain were endless. I thought to myself as i continued to cry. "If my dad were still here none of this would be happening he would set David straight, he would probably kill him!" An hour had past and my cheeks were finally dry, I still laid on my stomach with my eyes slightly open. My breathing was slow, I felt exhausted and numb. With in the next ten minutes my mind finally allowed me to rest for some much needed sleep.

         "DAD NOOOO!!!! " I screamed terrified,  stuck in a cage with no way to get out. An evil man in a black robe held a razor sharp knife to my father's throat who was tied up against his will. The man had a mask that disguised his voice and hid his face completely, he was tall about 6'2 and was a little over average in weight. The mask made his voice sound really deep and extremely low.  "Any last words my friend?" The mysterious man chuckled as my father's eyes shifted towards me, a small tear exited his eye rolling down his sweaty dirty cheek. "I love you Serena,  take care of your mom and sister for me. Don't let anyone force you to do otherwise." My dad closed his eyes as the man in black raised his hand laughing with what seemed like joy, swiftly bring his hand down and slicing my father's throat. I screamed with terror seeing my father's head dangling from what skin was still attached, blood gushing from all angles. 

        My eyes quickly opened I sat up in my bed drenched in sweat, huge alligator tears were attacking my red flushed cheeks. My heart was aching, my mind was racing, thank God it was now only just a dream.

     Ever since my father was murdered a year ago with no culprit to blame, my dreams were constantly invaded with harsh, barbaric scenes of what I guess my mind decided to make up. Ever since he passed I've never been able to really sleep nor feel happy and satisfied with my life. I wanted justice I wanted my fathers murderer to feel the same pain my father felt, to suffer through the same agony my family has gone through.. especially me.

          My blue hues shifted towards the right side of my bed where my lime green alarm clock with red glowing numbers sat on my bed stand. The clock showed 3:23AM. I took a deep refreshing breath while exhaling I fell back into my pillow, nervous to shut my eyes. "Dad if you can hear me.. I miss you incredibly" My voice sounded almost as a whisper, slowly but surely my eyes began to close.

         BEEEEEEP!!! BEEEEEP!!! BEEEEEP!!!

My annoying persistent alarm sounded as it did every morning at 6:30AM for school. I rolled over making a grunt, with one eye slightly open. "Ugh... after 13 years of waking up 5 days a week every morning at this time you'd think I'd be use to it." As I mumbled to myself I was also pulling my overly exhausted body from what felt like heaven. With the same routine just like every morning I walked to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, showered, and got dressed for school.  Today I felt like wearing something simple. I found an old baby blue V-Neck,  and slipped on some white skinny jeans that I had cut  small slits in and roughed the edges a little so it looked natural. I quickly twirled my hair into a bun, realizing I only had twenty minutes to Make it to school.                 

       Rushing down the hall grabbing my keys from the key hook,  Sophia yelled out. "BYE SERENA I LOVE YOU!" feeling warmth and love in my heart I ran over to her where she was sitting at the kitchen table eating her a bowl of captain crunch. I gently kissed her forehead smiling. "I love you too Sophia, I hope you have a great day at school!" Running out the door I thought to myself.  "Why was I so quick to grow up, I would give anything to be in 1st grade again, like Sophia. " While driving down the highway with ten minutes left till the school bell rang my head began to hurt. "Ugh, why now, why me.. " I said to myself, before slamming on my breaks due to the sudden change in the stop light ahead of me, there was a train horn blaring in the distance.

         I slammed my hand into the steering wheel giving my horn a good honk back. "Great, just fucking great now I'll for sure be late to school!" My first class was English, I was fairly good in the class making over a B average. But Mrs. Smith did not like when her students were late. Finally the train had passed, I now had five minutes to be in class with my rear end in my seat. Thankfully I was only 2 minutes away Hopefully I could make it in time. Pulling into the parking lot saw the perfect parking spot to sit my black  Hundyai GX 350.

        As I was making my way to the parking spot a red mustang pulled in my place. "Damnit,  are you fucking kidding me!!!!" My road rage took into effect as I laid on the horn. My moods and emotions seemed very intense this morning, I noticed I was very edgy and irritable,  more than usual. I quickly found another parking space giving the person driving the mustang the bird before rushing to my first class. Just seconds before I entered my English class the bell rang. My heart raced as I stepped through the door, seeing Mrs. Smith facing the other way talking to a student about the homework that was due this morning. As I quietly made my way to my assigned seat sitting down Mrs. Smith said, "You are late Serena." Her voice sounded aggravated.  I know, I'm really sorry, there was a train and I- ". She interrupted, "Don't let it happen again." My lungs took in a big sigh as the teacher told us to pull out our English books and turn to page 54.

       "Today's subject will be diagramming sentances." The teacher said eagerly with an excited smile on her face. Almost all the students sighed, some smacked their lips and one kid in the back said "Man this is bull!" The teacher gave the kid a glare before she started teaching her lesson. An hour had passed and the class only had thirty minutes left until the bell rang for second period. Which for me would be algebra 2 my best class. DING! DING! DING! Everyone quickly gathered their belongings, all you could hear was loud shuffling as the students exited the classroom. While walking to second period a larger boy rushed past me running into my arm causing me to drop my books and pages. "Shit!" The word slipped from my chapped lips. I quickly collected the books and pages together rushing myself to second period.

          As I stated before algebra was my best subject. I currently held a 97 as my grade. Mr. Humphries was my teacher, he was fairly laid back and allowed his students to listen to their iPods as long as we promised to do our work. Unfortunately I no longer owned an iPod, the one I got for Christmas was dropped in Sophia's cereal bowl one morning while she was trying to figure out how to turn it on. Go figure right? I normally had no choice but to listen to the girl 's loud smacking that sat next to me. It was so loud and clear, I could always smell the flavor of the gum. Today it was Strawberry bubblicious.  

        The boy on the other side of me always ended up falling asleep in class, causing him to snore  consistently. Thankfully right now he seems to be coherent.  While the teacher was explaining about angles and degrees the kid behind me began rocking the small basket underneath my seat with his feet. I tried to ignore it, hoping he would stop but my blood began to boil. "Urrgh!!!  Would you please stop!" I turned around as well as everyone else in the room, all eyes were directed at me. The short dorky boys eyes were wide as he replied, his voice shaky "S-sorry".. I inhaled a deep breath relaxing my nerves. "No I'm sorry,  it's just really a pet peeve of mine. I'm just having a bad day. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that." Class continued for fifty more minutes, finally the lunch bell sounded. I had first lunch which I was truly grateful for because I'm usually starving around this time.