Reflections Of You {A BTS/RM Fanfiction}

Chapter 3

I'm back home after one of the most tiring days I've ever had at school. The year was nearly over, which meant coursework was soon due in and exams were about to start.

I lay in bed, struggling to get comfortable. I move to one side and rearrange my pillows a few times, sometimes the angle isn't right for my neck or the material my head lays on is too warm.
I shuffle around from facing one wall to the other, each time moving my phone and notebook with me.
Minutes and maybe hours pass like that, uncomfortable in my poorly lit room. I wonder how I'll save up money with my brother to look after, and when my mother will contact us if she ever does again.

Rolling to the middle of my mattress, I look up to the ceiling, noticing the little cracks and chipped paint that the bright lights hid so well. Little waves and specs of light dance against the solid wall where I stare too much.
My head is too crowded, too noisy compared to the silence my almost lifeless body sits in.
I reach out to grab my phone only to remind myself to save the battery, heavens knows if there'll be an emergency and I won't be able to charge it until the power is back on.

My heart races when I realise no power means the kitchens dead too. I have no clue what to say when Luke comes home from school or how I'll get him to eat properly in the next few days. My worries about food in the fridge and freezer ware off once I realise there's barely anything to worry about. There hadn't been any fresh meat in that kitchen for days and the carrots and apples could last a while at room temperature.
Sighing loudly I sit up, knowing that sleep won't come that easily.
My plans of binge watching V Lives subbed or even studying Kpop choreo have been put on hold and I almost smack myself for not being prepared. I long to put on some music, any music but that would be a waste of battery in the long run.

I suddenly realise how empty my life is without technology. As empty as my fridge, I think to myself bitterly, unable to fool myself while no one is around. I'm a victim to my thoughts while I'm alone. Music helps clog the inner voices, holding them at bay while I lose myself in others passions.

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The next morning I wake to my stomach rumbling. I groan and turn over in bed. There's pounding at the door and I rush to check my phone, shocked by the fact it's off.
It comes back to me that I switched it off last night and hit myself for forgetting I needed an alarm.
I sprint downstairs and open my front door to find Natalia leaning against a wall, lowering her glasses sassily when she sees me.

"How bad is it?" I groan as I leave the door open and take my stairs two at a time.
I bang loudly on Luke's door then turn to mine.

"Let's just say you can skip your morning shower and breakfast and it'll still be bad." Nat tells me as I wreak havoc in my draws.

Why is it whenever I'm late I can never find anything?!

Finding my knee high socks questionably under my bed I quickly change into my uniform as Luke makes it out of his room more organised than I am.
He rubs his eyes with the back of his sleeve. "Are we skipping breakfast again?" He asks sadly, making me feel terrible.

"I'm sorry buddy we're late as it is ... I promise I'll get you something from the canteen during break? Deal?" His puppy eyes vanish as he beams me a smile.

"Deal!" He jumps downstairs and I hear him excitedly tell Nat the good news.

I roll my eyes before realising I'd have to get a job at this rate. I couldn't even begin to think about how a part time job would effect my school work let alone looking after my little brother. For once I get angry at our mum for being so selfish.

Where was she?