365 days of Darkness (pt. 2) // Z.M.

Day 257

April 5th, 2010

When I woke up, Waliyha was already up and I heard her from downstairs yelling that she was going to school with a friend of hers and Alexis and that I needed to "move my ass as fast as possible" because I would be late. A quick glance over the clock and I knew she was right. 

- Fuck, I muttered, throwing the blankets away and getting up.

I didn't had time for shower, I just put my college clothes on and rushed downstairs. Well, I didn't even had time to eat breakfast. Not that I was hungry or anything, it's just... I don't know. I was about to past the door when a hand find its place on my arm.

- Let me drive you to school, alright ? My Mom said.

I nodded and my hand fell from the doorknob. 

- We'll be leaving in five. You have time to eat a bit.

Once again, I nodded and made my way up to the kitchen. I wasn't really hungry, I just took a banana. It's probably one of the less nutritive breakfast in the world - even more when you don't even eat all the banana - but I didn't minded. 

Five minutes later, my Mom and I were walking up to the car. We both sat down and she turned the engines on. The drive up to the school was in a total silence, I was looking out of the window, knowing she was still mad at me. 

We stopped in the parking, right in front of the doors. I was about to go out of the car when my Mom put her hand on my shoulder.

- Zayn. I wanted to talk to you.

I sat back and looked at her. I was kind of afraid of what she would say, actually. I never thought it would be that.

- I heard you speak with Waliyha, last night. I'm proud of you, kiddo. Really proud. 

She started to tear up and I hugged her. It wasn't the easiest thing to do in a car, but I didn't minded.

- And I'm afraid. I'm scared for you... She added, only whispering in my ear.

- Don't worry, Mom. I'll be alright. I can handle it.

She nodded. "I know..." she almost cried in my ear. I heard the bell rang and I mentally swore. I kissed my Mom's cheek before getting out of the car and running inside. I couldn't helped but smiled a bit when I sat at my desk. 

My Mom was proud of me.

It may seems like nothing for some of you but, after doing shit after shit since the summer, I was glad she was proud of me. That, for once, I wasn't just bringing problems over problems. That... That I was maybe getting better. For real, that time.

Oh well, I was stupid. So damn stupid. But what's a good story without the main character being stupid for almost all of the book ?

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Sorry, short entry ! But I hope you still enjoy it ! xx

Mardi *this just for me, don't worry !