Trails Of Red Roses

The stolen nutcracker

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep

I woke up, fighting back a blocked nose and brown messed up strands of hair which almost seemed to have tied a knot on my head.

I glared at the alarm clock.

"You have got to be kidding me.
Fuck you alarm clock!" I groaned, annoyed by the disruption of my dream, like every other day.

I've seen him again. Black beauty. I know its ridiculous to call someone that but since he's always clad in black, everything about him is well... beautiful, and above all i have no idea what his name is, my friends decided to call him that. And its pretty much become permanent ever since.

I let out a sigh and swifted off my bed. I headed towards the bath room, staggering and almost falling on my ass, to start, yet another dull day.

Little did i know that i was very wrong.

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It was a cold morning. The thick fog of the previous night was left uncleared. I grabbed some warm clothes and threw them on, not bothering how horrible i looked in them. I would usually care about how i dress and how good I look in them but this, was a lazy morning. I walked past two blocks down the road to my grandmother's place, sure that she'd be awake by then. It was not likely of me to sacrifice my beauty sleep for something pretty much, pointless . But hey, Its not like i have another choice.

"No visiting granny, no hanging out with friends either young lady." My mothers words kept repeating in my mind like a mantra.

Its not like I hated my grandma. The thing is her mouth. She's garrulous. She never gets tired of blabbing. Especially the fact that she talks about the most unbelievably ridiculous things in the world. If you want to have a casual chit-chat with someone, then I can assure you granny is the one you'd ever need.

However, out of all my grandparents, she's the only one alive up until now, and I'm more than grateful that at least she's there for me.

" hey gran. How's your day?" I opened the door into a fusty living room of an almost battering away house, closed it behind and called out to the old lady in her 60's, with loosened wrinkly skin and grey hair, but still so fit and healthy, sitting on a swing chair with a bowl of popcorn, watching television. She's way too cool for her age. Not to mention we have some things in common. We both quite love doing the most despicable things.

"Good as ever? How's Christmas so far sweetie?" She asked, handing out the bowl of popcorn and signalling me to grab a handful, which I did.

"Laaame. I haven't even started doing the things I'm supposed to yet. Mom and dad went out for shopping this morning and told me they won't be back until 7 cause they also have to stop by aunt Marians. They'll probably be late anyway. Its aunt Marian were talking about". I said as I threw myself beside granny grabbing another handful.

" I see. What for? Your aunt wouldn't invite em for nothing."

" I don't know." I shrugged. "They'll probably go shopping. for girl's stuff." I did the air quotes.

"Oh deary. Well then, I guess its going to be a long day for you." Granny pulled out a concerned face as she turned around, tucking back some strands of stray hair which had fallen onto my face because of the lazily tied bun. "Any updates about brother black?"
Oh I dear lord i did not see that comin'.
She seriously makes herself sound racist.It was stupid of me to have told her about him. And as a reward, I'm being teased every day to only end up being embarrassed.

" yup. Saw him last night. Disappeared sooner than expected. No, actually my alarm clock ruined the moment" I don't know why, but every time I'm reminded of the alarm clock incident, I get so raged. It's like when your watching an interesting movie and you're so f'ing absorbed into it and all of a sudden, the electricity goes out. Now, you might be wondering, why not get rid of it? The answer is I can't. My whole life depends on that thing. If I get behind my schedule, i would turn out to be a walking disaster. Believe me, its stressing.