Blurryface

Part 1

Ebony sat up from her bed, and glanced at her surroundings with an unamused expression as she bitterly thought of her dream.

It had come again. Blurryface.

Every time it spoke, it spoke about its power. The power that could outtake her will, and take over her.

It would have scared a normal person, but Ebony wasn't one. She did know that the figure spoke the truth, but she didn't let the fear consume her.

Instead, she fought back.

Every time it tried to gain power over her, Ebony shut her mind from it. She could feel that it was growing stronger and stronger every second, but she wasn't willing to give up.

She wouldn't let Blurryface steal her life.

The life she was given miraculously by her parents. The one thing she wasn't willing to give up.

Ebony stood up and went to her wardrobe to grab her daily wear. She knew that her mother would wake up soon, and go downstairs to make breakfast. She was ought to be ready by that time.

Walking to the lavatory, she headed straight to the shower, after locking the door.

As she slipped out of her clothes, she heard her mother's alarm ring, and let out a huff. She was late.

Ebony quickly took her shower, then changed into the black clothes she always wore, heading downstairs.

Her mother turned to her with an annoyed expression as she looked up from her meal.

"You're late." She said in a grumpy voice.

"So what?" asked Ebony harshly. "Should I be sorry about it?"

Her mother seemed even more irritated.

"Actually, yes." She replied.

Ebony rolled her eyes. She didn't want to continue this conversation, as it was only a bore for her.

"Well, I'm not sorry."

She sat down and started eating, not looking up to her mother even once, ignoring her as if there was no one there.

"Look, young lady," said her mother, her voice shaking with anger. "I do not want that attitude, understood?"

Ebony gazed up from her breakfast for half a second before looking back down again, her expression still calm.

"Do not ignore me!" the woman cried.

With another roll of her eyes, Ebony shot a bored look at her mother.

"Would you stop shouting?" she asked calmly. "I'm trying to eat here."

Her mother shot a bewildered look at her.

"And I'm trying to reason something with you!"

"Yes, like how you reasoned with father," replied Ebony flatly. " and look what it lead to."

Ebony's parents had divorced when the girl was only seven. She hadn't minded it, as it meant the arguments would stop, finally letting her to be in peace.

Her mother's eyes went wide in horror.

"Do not talk about that bastard in my house!" she screeched.

Ebony pursed her lips, grabbing her napkin and gently wiping her mouth.

"That isn't nice, mother," she pointed out. "Cursing in front of your daughter." Se stood up, walking away from the angered woman.

"Well, I ought to go," she said, grabbing her bag and swinging it over her shoulder. "Goodbye mother. Have a great day." Her voice lacked enthusiasm, her face mirroring her actions as she walked out of the door, closing it slowly after her and walking away.