Her Secret Scars

Gone

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Loyals POV

Being able to sleep is such a wonderful ability, but unfortunately, society makes it so hard for us to have it and to keep it. If you have no idea on what I'm talking about then here's my reasoning, if society wanted us to sleep then we wouldn't be waking up at six in the morning to be on time to school where teachers can fill our heads with the knowledge we won't even remember.

I mean who is with me?

My mind is fuzzy with the last remnants of a dream being chased away by the realization that I am awake. I look over at the culprit, my screaming alarm clock who won't just shut the fuck up! I pull the duvet up over my head trying to keep the bright sunlight away from my sleepy eyes, as well as trying to hide from my still screaming alarm clock. It's not going to work, my brain is awake now and I have to get ready for school.

Society is poking a very hangry bear and the bear is starting to get even more pissed off than it already is.

"Damn you society!" I pout. Why does your bed have to feel so much more relaxing and comfy in the morning, than it does at night?!

After a while, I come to the conclusion that I refuse to get up and pull my fuzzy blankets around myself tighter and try to sink into my mattress to hide from the outside world.

I feel like an overstuffed taco wrapped in another soft taco shell...

My wishes of staying in my warm cozy taco shell bed are gladly ignored as Corey runs into my room and jumps on top of me while also knocking whatever air I had in my lungs back out.

Keep in mind that he's a pretty muscular man that weighs like 250 pounds whereas I'm petite and weigh like 125....this is like a bear sitting on top of a little puppy dog.

"Hey, Lolly," he says to me while giving me one of his toothy grins. Corey is my other brother and follows closely behind Danny at the age of seventeen just like me, while of course Danny is the oldest and is eighteen.

"Wassup Bitch" I smile, up at my favorite twin brother. No offense to Danny it's just he and I never really connected in the way Corey and I have. Corey is like me, a sarcastic asshole, goofy and absolutely insane.

"Guess what" he yells excitedly as he lays on top of me with his elbows supporting himself on both sides of my waist.

"What?" I chuckle running my fingers through his hair messing it up.

Can I just say, his hair is so fricking soft!!! How? JUST HOW???

"It's Friday " he screams and hugs me so tight I start gasping for air, literally!!

"Sorry," he says shyly and gives me another one of his most famous toothy grins. Him and his stupid toothy grins, they'll always have a special place in my heart. I remember this time when I was five years old, and I was trying to make a fort out of all my bedsheets, but I couldn't reach this one corner. So I tried jumping, I tried stacking things, even standing on a chair on my tippy toes I was still a little short. I went to jump and I lost my footing, and I would've cracked my head open on the rock I used to hold my blanket down if it wasn't for Corey catching me in his itty-bitty five-year-old arms. "Be careful sissy" he warned me while giving me one of his world-class toothy grins.

"God I love you" I laugh and squish his cheeks together. In return, he hugs my waist and snuggles into my stomach tightly.

"Are you ready for school?" I asked tiredly, dreading every second passing by.