The Collapse

Chapter 1: A Rude Awakening

I remember the first day I saw him. Alex, that is. I remember thinking he was perfect, in the most imperfect way, if that makes any sense. Well it did to me, and from the first glance, he had me. Oh if only I could see the future and the events that were sure to take place after that fateful day, I probably would've spat in his face and dumped an angry marmot on his head.. But alas, I had not yet acquired any future-seeing superpowers that might have been fairly useful at the time. The time of my demise. The time of my collapse.. Maybe if I had I might have made different choices. The right choices..

Two years ago..

(Arabell)

I woke up in the morning from my mothers voice ringing clearly up the stairs.

"Arabell! Wake up, your friends will be here any minute! And you better not still be sleeping Missy, you remember what happened last time!"

I shivered as I recalled my mother's methods for getting me up in the mornings. Lets just say they included a very large bucket and some very, very cold water. Honestly, I don't even know how she gets the water so cold. She must have put it in the freezer, or something equally as sadistic. 

Honestly, it wouldn't surprise me. My mother is a little... out there.

One time, we spent all day at a department store, just because the manager refused to give us a refund for what Mom referred to as a "faulty toy that couldn't stand a bit of play time". The manager insisted that "a bit of play time" did, in no way, include dropping said item off of a two story building onto the concrete below.

Obviously, the poor man wasn't familiar with my twin sisters demonic ways of "playing" with their toys.

BUt anywho, he was probobly convinced that his excuse would make my mother leave peacefully. Silly man.

Anyway, we spent the whole day at that store, protesting against unfair refundable policy. Shouting that it was basically impossible to return the item to the store in exactly the same condition it was bought. The funny part though was that we actually had some followers. Of course, their items had a scratch or two, whereas our item was missing several large chunks and was slightly singed..

Sadly though, once my mother has set her mind on something, its hard to stop her from getting what she wants. And after several hours of protesting, she decided it would be much quicker to give the man a swift kick to the groin, but i still tried to convince her to wait until his patience ran out.. key word there is tried.. needless to say, that man may never have children..

Well, at least we got the refund. 

Now my mom may sound crazy, but trust me, I'm so much weirder. Seriously. I even have two voices in my head. I'm not crazy or anything, they're still my own thoughts, but they sound different in my head... I personally think I just have one voice for each side of my brain (even though I've been told on several occasions that I don't even have one side of my brain...) Oh well, more brain for everyone else, or however that saying goes..

I was brought out of my reverie by my mother's voice calling up the stairs again.

"Arabell! I'm sending the twins up now!"

"Arabella!" The twins screech

Shit.

After i've untangled myself from the sheets, practically falling out of bed (hey, it's not my fault the sheets wanted me to sleep more) I sprint/stumble out of my room intto the hallway, nearly knocking my older brother over in the process.

"Hey!" He yells, after what was in his hands was sent crashing to the floor, probably smashing into a million pieces.

"Whoops-a doodle!" I yell back. "Don't worry, Brent, it looks better that way!"