Beep Beep Beep "Cut me open and tell me what's inside/Diagnose me 'cause I can't keep wondering why/I know its not phase cause it happens all the time/start over check again, now tell me what you find..." I listen to my alarm play Avalanche by Bring Me the Horizon, letting the familiar music bring me back to reality.
I opened my eyes to stare at the slanted white ceiling of the room I've been living in since I was Eleven. The small stain from the fly I killed a few months ago seemed even more noticeable now since I wouldn't be seeing it for a long time.
"Ryan, turn off your fucking alarm," Priscilla grumbled raising to sitting position. The sheet rolled forward exposing her bare breasts which perked up lightly as she yawned. Her short mousey brown hair looked like a cotton ball as she itched it slightly.
"I hate that song," she continued to complain while turning her head to face me. Her eyeliner was smudged in the corner of her eyes and the red lipstick streaked down her chin. She probably left the same imprint on my pillow. I frowned at the thought of having to wash the sheets yet again because of her makeup. During the six months of our "relationship", the only thing I really learned about Priscilla's makeup was the fact that the shit stains really badly. I even watched the stupid video she posted on Youtube on how to remove makeup from certain material, but of course her method didn't work on white bed sheets.
"Then get the fuck out and you wouldn't have to hear it." I sighed irritated by the whiny tone in her voice. "Or matter of fact, just go now, I have to leave in twenty minutes." I said while picking up my Galaxy from the nightstand to see the time. I should have been on the road already; eh, he wouldn't die if I was a few minutes late.
"You're really an asshole," Priscilla croaked as tears began to brim her eyes, but I chose to ignore them. "Today is the last day we can spend together before you go off to that GI Joe school on steroids and this is how you treat me?!" she shouted, but I merely get up and stretched scratching my lower back as I thought out the last things I needed to pack. "Can we at least talk about this? I'm your girlfri-"
"Fuck buddy," I abruptly blurted while zipping up the last bag I had to pack in the car.
"Wooooow, and to think that I was willing to make this a long distant relationship." She scowled while pulling off her fake eyelashes. But I merely ignore her, as I reached around her to grabbed my toiletries on the other end stand. I felt the small vibration in the air as she shivered from the closeness, a hopeful light flared in her eyes but I quickly snuffed it out by taking her shirt and tossing it on her head.
"Get dressed," I ordered, before making my way to my small adjoined bathroom.
"Can I at least use your shower?" she asked wrapping her lean body in my black comforter. I turned to close the door and watched as she walked towards the bathroom. She was a decent fuck, but definitely not the best.
"Do you have money for the water bill?" I asked, closing the door a bit more when she tried to slip in.
"What kind of question is that? Let me shower and then I'll be on my way" she huffed while pushing the door.
"No, just get your shit and go home," I said, pushing her back softly before closing the door in one fluent motion. She banged on the door in frustration before I heard her quickly rustling around for her clothes.
I waited until the door slammed before I finally hopped into the shower. I made sure to wash thoroughly, especially the red lipstick ring she left on my junk that was so hard to scrub off. I allowed the water to flow through my freshly cut blonde hair as the bangs hung loosely in my eyes. I watched as the honey color grew darker under the hot stream, the only other trait I got from my mom other then my eye color. After a good ten minutes of searing my skin, I dried myself off, before wiping the small mirror over the sink. My once pale skin now had a slight golden bronze shade to it from spending so much time outdoors with Ashford, giving me the typical surfer/outdoorsy look. I had to bend my six foot frame slightly to fully see my reflection as I combed through my hair. Funny how I couldn't even see into the mirror the first time I got here. I gazed at the light scar that married the left corner of my eye as it seemed to burn slightly at the memory of first arriving in Mr. Ashford's attic. But putting a block on those memories quickly, I brushed my teeth and finished my daily routine.
