you're the reason. a.i

Chapter 2.

I never actually went back to sleep after that nightmare. It scared the living hell out of me. Why was my mind doing this to me? He wasn't a bad person. He could never be that cruel and evil. So why was my mind playing tricks on me? Hell if I know. But I really wish it would go away, waking up every night at around 4 am and staying up the rest of the day isn't a good way of living.

It's now 7 am and I have to get ready for school. School starts at 8:30, sadly. You know, whoever invented school, I hate you. I was really debating on whether or not I should skip school today. I'm not a bad kid. I don't do drugs, I don't drink, I've only missed 4 days of school, (and thats for various reasons) , I don't smoke cigaretts, and I actually take school seriously.

However, the past couple of months has been very.. eventful. And I just don't have the patience to deal with anyone today. Ugh, whatever. I guess I'll go. My parents would never let me skip anyways.

In my family, I'm the kid who my parents are always proud of. Straight A's or high B's, getting a whole bunch of awards for my academics/sports, etc. I can never let my parents down. It feels really good to know I actually make my parents proud. I have a pretty good relationship with my parents, unlike most teenagers. So, I try my hardest to always make them proud and not let them down.

I took a look in the mirror before I went to take a shower. I looked like death... literally. My hair rolled down to about the middle section of my stomach, but it had knots all in it. My eyes looked bloodshot and had dark bags underneath them from the lack of sleep I had. Thank God for make up, otherwise, I would literally look like a zombie at school. I turned on the faucet and got in the shower to wash this death look off of me.

I decided on wearing white jean shorts, a navy blue lace shirt and white toms. I put on the usual make up. Little blush, foundation, eyeliner and mascara. I don't put on heavy make up. My make up is very light. I used to NEVER wear make-up. Ever since the nightmares have started to happen, I've had to wear make-up to cover the bags underneath my eyes, and my bloodshot eyes.

I walked downstairs to grab some breakfast before heading to school. "Hey, sweetie. How'd you sleep last night? Anymore nightmares occur?" My mom asked with a look of concern in her eyes. It took me a few moments before I actually answered her. I was debating on whether or not I should lie.

"I actually slept really well. For once. And no, no nightmares last night."

Okay, yes, I lied. And I know it's lame for telling my mom about the nightmares. But she knew that he left, and I would wake up screaming in the middle of the night. And she started getting really worried. But I couldn't tell her the truth, she didn't need to know they were still occuring, did she?

"That's great to hear! I never like to hear my baby screaming. Do you have practice today?" My mother said with her beautiful smile. I completely forgot today is Monday. I have soccer practice Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

"Ah. Crap. I'm glad you said something, I completely forgot." I said with a slight grin. My little sister came walking in the room with a big smile.

"Hey sissy!" She's only 6 years old, she's still innocent. We are 10 years apart. Gracie was kind of a surprise to my parents.

"There's my favorite girl!" I picked her up spinning her around listening to her small angelic giggles. Most teenagers also aren't close to their siblings. Or their younger ones anyways. But I am. I always wanted a little sister and I finally got one.

"Hehe. I'm your favwite." She said without pronouncing the 'or' in it. She can say 'favorite' she just sometimes to choose to talk like a baby. I find it adorable.

"Of course you are! Are you ready for school today?" Gracie is in Kindergarden. She loves school. That's the difference between me and her. She loves school, and I hate it. I'm just good at it.