Thirty One Days

Noticed

A noise pierced through the cool air, the sun was beginning to peek over the horizon bringing the blinding brightness of morning light with it. However, the sun's beams did not bother me, as it crept across my room silently, like the noise of my alarm had because I have been up for hours. In the quiet. Fighting myself as blood dripped down from my ceiling.
Stifling a groan, I sat up in bed and wondered if my mom had attempted to wake me during my sleeping episode.
After throwing on an old shirt and a pair of leggings, I headed downstairs in search of something to eat. Considering I hadn't eaten in over twelve hours.
Before I even reached the kitchen I could hear my brothers voice- and others? Stopping at one of the front windows I glanced out towards the driveway, mom's  BMW SUV was missing as well as dad's Toyota Fortuner. In their place were two cars I knew too well so I began to brace myself as I walked into the kitchen.
"So, yeah," Dylan said through a mouth full of food, "I don't know about calculus this semester." He ended it was a shrug and pulled a couple of waters out of the fridge.
Wyatt, my brother's roommate in college, took a water bottle and cracked the neck bone of the bird- he opened his water. "The teacher is only in class half the time anyway, I don't know how he thinks we're going to pass."
Shaking his head Dylan laughed, "Beats me," he said sarcastically as he grabbed his phone. Istvan, my brothers best friend, glanced in my direction and our eyes meet. I had been spotted leaning in the doorway of the kitchen, instead of saying anything he just offered a smile then turned back towards my brother.
As I entered the kitchen I tried to appear unbothered that three nineteen-year-old boys were eating everything they could, and opened the fridge. 
"Morning Dracula," Dylan teased, "Or should I say afternoon since it's past one now." Glancing at him I noted that he had let his blonde hair grow out but still looked the same as the day we took him to university. Well maybe not exactly, "Nice hickey," I commented smoothly as I turned back towards the fridge.
"Is it that noticeable?" I assumed he was asking his friends because it was obvious I had seen it. The fridge didn't contain much, mom was supposed to have gone grocery shopping yesterday but told me, on the way home from the appointment, that she wasn't feeling up to it.
I settled for a cup of iced coffee, from coffee that was made this morning, and an energy bar. In an attempt to keep the normality act up I stood with my brother at the island with his friends and ate as they talked about college.
"Michelle finally gave me her number," Wyatt said in response to Dylan comparing him to a teenage girl using her phone, me as the example. In truth, I don't remember where I had put my phone before passing out last night.
The protein bar was peanut butter but all I could smell was the bread and mayo from the sandwiches the guys had eaten and the lemon scented dishwasher liquid. The lemon was pungent and stung my nose. 
Dylan dipped a celery stick into cheese dip and bit down with an eerie crunch onto a bone. My skin crawled as I fought back my gag reflex and then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Istvan flinch.
He flinched.
He saw it too.