How To Run

02

The hair die burns my head as it set into my hair changing the roots from brown to blonde. The smell burned into my nose as the fumes swelled around in the air of my overly large bedroom. My desk chair sat facing the plain white wall that wraps around the entire room.  My queen bed sat against the opposite wall, perfectly covered in the purple sheets. The lamps on each of the night stands are turned off and the French double doors opposite my bathroom and wardrobe, leading out to the balcony is open letting the sunlight shine through and the wind blow the white curtains toward the centre of the room.  Even from here I can see some of the guards doing their rounds, checking nothing s out of the ordinary, no one’s trying to get in… or out. I wonder if there’ve ever found something. I’m taken out of my thoughts when the timer on my desk finally goes off signalling that I can take out the hair die and save my head from this burning feeling.

Walking over to the bathroom, the tiles are cold against my bare feet compared to the warm fluffiness of the carpet. I walk over to the glass door of the shower and turn the silver tap causing the cold water to immediately rush out and down to the ground and down the drain. Waiting for the water to heat up, I step out of my dark wash denim jeans and my blue shirt. I pulled off my black underwear and stepped under the now warm water.

The steam filled the room and the now hot water shot out of the shower head and on to my hair washing the hair die down to the tips of my hair, down my body and down the drain. I washed out the rest of the hair die before stepping out of the shower and into the steam-filled room wrapping a towel around my body.

Breathing in the fresh air as I step out onto my balcony I get chills rushing down my back from the temperature difference but my hair will dry quicker out here, I’m expected for dinner soon and lord know mother will kill me with her bare hands if she sees me walking around with wet hair.

It takes about ten minutes for my hair to almost fully dry so I walk back inside my room to see Hunter sitting on my bed.

“Hey sis” He said in a teasing tone telling me I’m about to be picked on, like usual. He has his brown hair pushed up in a quiff showing his brown eyes, wearing a black button down shirt and black jeans, dressed for dinner.

“What do you want Hunter” I bitterly spoke, I really don’t want to deal with his crap right now. “I have to get ready”

“Oh I know” ‘then why the hell are you here’ I thought, when is he going to put me out of my misery and get out. “It’s just that, the longer I’m in here, the less time you have to get ready, the worse you look, not that you ever do look good, therefore the more trouble you get in and the less I get punished cause I slightly missed a shot but anyway, it’s also funny for me. I do need some cheering up today.”

“Well maybe you shouldn’t have been so clumsy to miss your shot” I fired back. I know he’s going to piss me off enough to make my anger last through dinner and he will stay in here long enough to make me late.

“He moved I wasn’t clumsy” He can try as hard as he wants but everyone knows he can’t shoot distance.

“Oh please we all know you’re shaky on the trigger” The vein in Hunter’s neck began to stick out showing me he’s pissed and as nervous as I am about what he’ll do, I’ve never been one to show fear or nerves, just like I’ve never been one to keep my thoughts to myself when it comes to the family. Normally it doesn’t go down to well.

“I’ll show you shaky” He got up off the bed and stalked towards me, my nerves picked up and my heart ponded, not showing on the outside of course. 

“Get lost Hunter” Another voice entered my room saving my from Hunters wrath. A mop of curly, chestnut brown hair, green eyes, white v- neck shirt and black jeans walked through my door. Also known as Seb. Who is also dressed for dinner, unlike me.