Jet Black Hearts / l.h.

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Thursday, August 20, 2018
5:50 p.m.
The Raye Residence

Sleep is the one thing I live for. Which I've been told isn't healthy because if you're in bed, then you're not living. I've also been told that staying in bed all day means that I'm wasting my valuable young years and missing the world outside my room.

Which is okay, I guess. The world sucks anyways.

I just woke up from another nap, my curtains drawn and every light turned off, and I'm cursing myself for waking up because I'm still so tired. I close my eyes and bury my face into my pillow.

Just as I'm about to drift away from reality once more, there's a bang on my door.

"Brinley."

I groan. Mom's mad.

The door opens and I hear Mom huff in frustration. I don't move, but she's probably got her arms crossed, or her hands on her hips. Typical mad-mom stance.

"Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me?" She stomps in with heavy footfalls. Suddenly the warm blanket wrapped around me is thrown off of my body, exposing my skin to the air-conditioned air. Goosebumps immediately rise on my bare legs and arms.

I groan and sit up groggily. Mom's hands are on her hips and her feet are set wide in an intimidating stance as she stares at me.

"What do you want?" I snap.

Mom's face contorts. "What do I want?" She steps over to my curtains and throws them open. The sunlight bursts inside my room in bright streams. I blink and rub my eyes at the sudden brightness. Mom continues, "What I want is to know why in the world you're still in bed! The school called and they said that you were absent. And, now, you're still sleeping while your group therapy is almost over."

I rub my face. She really needs to stop scolding me so loudly, it's causing my headache from a few hours ago to return.

"I didn't feel like doing anything."

Her hands fall from her hips in exasperation. "I don't want to do anything just about every day, but I still do anyways. It's apart of growing up and being a functional person in the real world."

I stare at the wall blankly as she continues to rant. Everything she says comes in one ear and right out the other.

"Are you even listening to me?"

I lie back down and cradle my head in my arms. "Leave me alone," I croak quietly.

I don't hear anything else for a few seconds, but just as I start to hope that she left, she speaks again.

"That's it. No more phone until you act better."

I hear her snatch my phone from my nightstand. Without moving, I add, "Take my laptop while you're at it, too."

And she does. On her way out of my room, she says, "And please, take a shower."

She leaves the door open behind her because she knows it irritates me. I don't get up to shut it, though. And I'm not taking a shower, either. My bed is too warm and safe for me to leave.

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I don't live in Australia, so I'm sorry if the months or the weather is off. :/

Thanks for reading!