labyrinth Δ harry styles

Door Thirteen: Reawakening

INDIRA GOMÉZ ALWAYS overslept. She was not a morning person, and she had no shame in it either, seeing that it was just a gateway to longer hours in bed. Waking up early was a sin to her, and she could never understand how people genuinely would want to get up before the morning sun.

Under three layers of blankets and four thick pillows was where she found most comfort, especially when she was curled into a fetus position. Her hair was held up in what was now a messy bun, so she could sleep easy without all her hair in her face.

Oversleeping, however, wasn't on the agenda for today.

An alarm for 9:30am woke her up from her R.E.M. state. It took her two snoozes for her to finally wake up. She groaned and rolled over on her belly. If she didn't have to see her mother and sister today, she would have probably slept through all alarms on this Sunday morning.

"You look just like your father when you do that," Julia mumbled under her breath.

"Huh?" Indira pulled out of her sleepy trance, then fed herself another spoonful of her favorite cereal.

"Nothing, mija," her mother said quickly. "I should probably wake up your sister and tell her you're here."

"Good luck with that," Indira snorted through a bite of cereal.

"Pues vete tu, you go then," Julia laughed as she cracked an egg over the skillet.

Indira laughed too, and for the first time in a while, it felt good. With everything that's been going on, she couldn't find time for herself. She almost felt as if she was putting on a façade and she didn't know why. She guessed it was the stress with work, and not getting paid enough to support herself.

She padded into her sister's square shaped room, the light from the window peaking onto the chartreuse colored walls. Posters of different artists and k-pop boybands were all taped and stapled haphazardly on the walls and even on the ceiling. Worn down candles and pieces of jewelry were scattered across her large dresser, along with what looked like unfinished homework.

Just like her sister, Luce was under mounds of blankets and pillows and curled up into a little ball. Indira tried to maneuver through all the crap that was all over the bedroom floor, whether that was a dirty pair of wrinkled pants, or a half eaten bag of potato chips.

"Luce," Indira shook her shoulder. Her little sister didn't respond. She shook her again and finally made her elicit a groan. "Come on, I didn't come here just to watch you sleep."

"What time is it?"

"Just after ten."

"Why do you haaaate meeee," Luce groaned again, stretching her arms over her head.

"Come on, levantate. Ma's making you desayuno," Indira said, smacking her sister's thigh.

Luce finally sat up, her wavy hair flopping over shoulders. Because of her father, Luce didn't share any resembling qualities with her older sister. Luce was fairer in skin, was leaner in weight, and had natural tangerine colored hair, the most obvious of differences. Other than that, their personalities made them like twins. They were too much alike.

"I missed you, Lucy." Indira pulled the sixteen year old in for a hug, a hug Luce wasn't prepared for this early in the morning.

"Ew, get off me," she pushed her older sister away.

If only Luce knew how much Indira would do anything for her. For years she was an only child, so when Luce finally came, she had this instinctive protective nature come over her at a surprisingly young age. Her baby sister meant everything to her, and she would hate for something to happen to her.