Knight in Sneakers

Chapter 8 'Rocky and Girly.'

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Grief doesn't change you. It reveals you.- John Green

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Entry Three.

13th September, 2016.
Tuesday.
3:39 a.m

Clarke Augustan

You know when people wish to have Eidetic memory, thinking it's cool to remember every detail and aspect of things? I think it's more of a curse than a gift. Especially when you only remember stupid shit and have more bad memories than good. The only thing I seem to be capable of remembering so clearly and vividly was my mother's horrible death.

Otherwise, it's a pretty cool thing I know.

Even though there are some parts I probably blacked out, I just can't seem to forget that night. And at such moments, I just wish I could forget this horrible life and wake up from this really bad dream.

This was one of those moments. Where I'm sulking around, trying to get rid of those bloody images in the middle of the night, trying to watch a show that I wasn't even interested in.

Ugh. One more word and I shall bang my head to this headboard, and pluck my hair strands, one by one.

I got up and walked towards the kitchen hoping I'd find my brother there to seek comfort from him. Or even just talk. Unfortunately, he wasn't there. I looked up to the big clock on the kitchen wall.

3:41 a.m

I decided to continue watching Sherlocks in the living room instead of sleeping, because I'd have to get up again in two hours. One episode later my eyes were drooping with sleep. I regretted making this decision, because at this point, those two hours of sleep sounded heavenly. I mentally scolded myself as I slapped myself repeatedly, proving myself that I make stupid decisions in the night.

Please stay awake.

"I could help you with that you know. Just saying." I paused my slap midway when I heard Mike's amused voice. I didn't have to look up to know he was leaning against the door with that charming, arrogant smile of his. Mike, Michael Augustan, I know it's pretty unfair how he has only two names, and also unfair how he was always the morning person while I was the exact opposite of a morning person. It was just unfair how he was so him and I'm, well, I'm me.

Don't mind me, I just hated everything around me early in the morning.

"What do you want?" I snapped at him, already sick and tired of his presence.

"It's 5:30. I'm going to the camp. Stop being such a piss off early in the morning." He scowled at me as he walked towards me. He grabbed the remote from my hand and switched off the T.V while I groaned and fell back on the couch at my lack of sleep and energy.

"Fuck off." I muttered groggily as I tried to sit up.

"Good Morning to you too, Hurley." He greeted me with a bright smile and ruffled my hair, deepening my scowl. Any other time, I would have returned that smile, or even punched him, but all I wanted was to sleep now.

I quickly got ready and left to school so I could report on time for practice. I took out all my frustration on the punching bag in the gym and felt much better than before.

"Is that all you've got?" Coach asked me as I kept my eyes fixed on the punching bag. I could here my uneven breathes as I started punching it again for continuous ten minutes. I took half a minute of break and started another round until I was left without a break. After an hour of practice and many numerous drills, I left the gym and walked into the Girls' lockeroom for a hot shower. The shower felt amazing but it just made me more sleepy after.