The 110 Day Countdown

reasons for crawling under a rock

Lei awakes and grips the sheets. The overbearing heat of the vent fills her room and she stomps up and storms to the thermostat. Password please. Why did her parents keep such a close hold on her! She feels as if she is going to die of overheat. Every since they discovered her "difference" they like to call it, they have allways been more touchy with her. Her sister Baylee killed herself last summer but the irony is, they were best friends. After all this happened Lei went depression. The popular fashionista went to the girl who never left and took medication to get through the day. But, I guess this is Lei now. The sparkly innocence is no longer held in those periwinkle eyes. More like knowledge affirming that everything bad happening is true. You cannot get lost in her eyes. They only affirm the truth. Logical Lei. 

Grabbing her leatherbound journal she caresses the spine of it and recalls the times when it was full of song lyrics about love and Bay. Every night they would listen to music or just watch movies. They always talked about a time that was better, the future. When they get to be the best of the best. The only thing holding Lei to this world now is Bay. Yes, She knows it sounds twinsie having Lei and Bay but they are stepsisters who were meant to be together, no matter what some think. 

Lei's perfectly painted black nails peel back the leather twine rapped around the notebook and open to a clean page. 

Dear Diary,

Today is going to be a good day. No that didn't help! thanks Jamie. Opptimist not pessimest.....wow this book really seems like a doctors notebook. I woke up today so I guess that's good. I am trying to value life now but all I can dream of is going home and going on tumblr. I could be a tumblr girl but a- I am too lazy and b- I don't care enough. oopsie if Dr. Zeigler reads this he'll up my dosage on Cymbalta. Back when I was Lena I was funny, but things have changed and I need to move on. This year has sucked all in all. Everyone is like, "I am so sorry you lost your best friend" or here's the fun one, ''She shouldn'ta done that to yau! blessings girl!" What's in the past is past, Bay always has been the lucky one though...She got to leave this place first. 

"Well that was depressing" Lei thinks. 

Walking to her floral print bathroom she pulls out clean n clear and washes her face. putting on a minimal amount of makeup -mainly consisting of bb cream, concealer, mascara and blush- done. Before she would have loved picking out an outfit and doing her hair but now she only wears black bootie heals, some form of jeans which today are highwaisted and leather, a band tee today the 1975 and all of her bracelets and rap around watch to cover the scars. It was all just middle school depression and everyone was doing it. Not for attention but for the pain, we hurt. haha. Like that saying hurting people hurt. Well I guess Baylee hurt a little too much and not even me, her  best friend noticed. 

Picking up her oversized black leather bag with fringe hanging off she stuffed her makeup bag in it and Emma her current book. Making her way down through the grand staircase to the clean white  kitchen her mother Kara had to have, she grabbed her wristlet and phone off the counter. Knowing fully well that her parents had already gone to work Lei only whispered bye to Bayla the golden retriever and made her way out to her white Land Rover for yet another horrible day of school.