Everlasting #Wattys2018

Serious

I lay on the bed of my room plainly. My short hair wasn't short anymore, it grew all the way to my shoulders, so I had to tie it up to keep it out of my face. The bags in my eyes faded with the schedule I've been living on for the past week or so. School, come back, clean the house, help the twins with their homework and then sit in my room and do my homework. It's kind off like Mars grounded me when he told me I wasn't going to be allowed to leave the house. The sad part is, I just weakly nodded.

I was growing more and more exhausted by the passing second, my brain is still foggy and I barely work. Fractis took advantage of that yesterday, which was Friday and locked me in his locker.

I blinked slowly, staring at the ceiling blankly whilst recalling the damp spell of sweaty P.E clothes and the cramped feeling.

I was still on autopilot, as if I was just steering through my life. I didn't want to return to myself, it's nicer to feel this cloudy bliss.

My eyes were trained on the ceiling when the silence of the room was interrupted by the door squeakily opening. Mars walked in, closing the door behind him.

He looked so sad.

He's been like that for too long now, looking at me with such pity. But I don't care. I just don't.

"Ani and Andi want to go out of the house for a bit," he said, smiling weakly at me.

"Where do they want to go?" I breathed, looking at the ceiling.

"The library,"

I foggily hummed a uninterested "Mmm," in reply.

I could feel him getting more and more frustrated.

"Evelyn," he managed, his nostrils flaring uncontrollably.

I ignored him. Inevitably I would go in the end, all he had to do is order.

"Get up,"

I stood up looking at the ground lifelessly.

"Evelyn, don't do this, just tell me what's wrong,"

"life," i answered

"Then die!" He half-yelled, losing his calm.

"I will," I said. I ran straight through the door and down stairs. Mars waited a second and then ran after me, but a second to late because I already reached the kitchen.

I held a knife to my wrist, I wasn't going to do it; neither was I not going to follow his indirect command.

I was simply waiting for him to command me otherwise.

But he didn't, he just watched me intensely. Then, with a cold laugh he turned around. "Ani, Andi!" He called when he reached outside the kitchen. "Let's go!"

My heart hammered with feeling. And I accidentally made a cut on my shoulder when I held myself; forgetting the knife.

It bled crazily, and I slowly walked back upstairs. I desperately tried to remember what day of the week it was, the pain increasing. But the cut didn't matter, it was nothing compared to what I endured so I see no reason why I should complain over such a tiny cut.

My blood dripped on the floor and I put my hand over the cut, trying to stop it. My mind concluded that it was Sunday, since it was the weekend and I think two days passed since I was stuck in that locker.

I staggered up the stairs and walked to my room, my face stuck in a flinching expression with the immense pain in my shoulder. It was a deep cut.

I closed the door of my room behind me before collapsing on my bed. The silky sheets soft underneath me. I dimly recalled the feeling of the papery sheets I slept on for so long... would I have to sleep on them again?