The Beginning

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by anathema_lester

by anathema_lester

•Kiera•
I woke with a groan, my alarm clock screeching from across the room at a frequency that shouldn't exist. I rolled out of bed and hurried to silence the vile machine. I eyed my bed, longing for more sleep. Grumbling, I began my morning routine.

I slowly crept up the stairs, careful not to wake my mother, who was simply barbaric before her morning coffee. I opened the dryer and reached in for my pants. Wet.

"Shit," I muttered quietly. My clothes weren't simply 'damp' as they sometimes were after being dried, they were soaked. I must have forgotten to start the dryer the night before. Throwing my pants back into it, I turned the dryer on, it would be at least 35 minutes before I could get dressed.

I sighed, this threw off my whole schedule, I always got dressed before doing anything else. I walked back down the stairs, heading to the bathroom, fumbling with the light switch as I did so.

By the time I was completely ready to go apart from being dressed, there were still 22 minutes left on the dryer. I unplugged my phone from its charger and checked my notifications. I had nine messages from one of my friends, she was freaking out because her lights had flickered while she was showering and she was convinced that she was going to die.

I listened as my mom and siblings woke up and began to get ready for the day, making a lot of noise as they did so. Eventually the dryer beeped a couple of times and I got up to get dressed, but when I pulled out my clothes they were still damp.

" Oh no," I whispered to myself quickly turning the dryer back on for another 15 minutes.

"Shit, shit, shit I'm going to be late for school." I hoped and prayed that my clothes would be dry by the time I had to leave. I double checked that the rest of my stuff was ready to go. Eight minutes later my mom was telling us that we needed to hurry or we'd be late.

"But mom, my clothes aren't dry yet," I said double checking the time.

"Dammit Kiera!" She said loudly, covering her face "Why do you always do this?"

"I'm sorry," I said quietly, not wanting to set her off.

"No, you aren't, don't you have any other clothes?"

"I have no other clean pants."

"Well, if they aren't dry in five minutes you'll have to wear wet pants to school." She walked into her room shutting the door behind her.

I checked my phone, 7:42, I began to scratch my face, something I do when I'm nervous. I've always been overly aware of time, and I hated being late or off schedule.

My palms began to sweat and I could feel every second ticking away, my heart clenching with every noise.

Tick...

Tick....

After waiting for nearly four minutes I pulled the dryer open, quickly dressing. My pants were still slightly damp, I hoped that they would dry soon, as wet clothes were a serious distraction and I didn't need any more of those.

I slid into the back of my brothers car, my older brother and younger sister had already taken the front seats. My brother put the key into the ignition and began to drive. We sat in silence for awhile until my sister turned on the radio. After a lengthy argument between the two, my brother finally tuned it to a classic rock station despite her protests.

We were halfway to school and I was staring at my hands when my sister yelled something. I looked outside and saw headlights, really close to the window. To close.

I remember hitting my face and hearing a crack. I remember immense pain spreading through my face and my entire right side, it was nearly unbearable. After that all I can remember is darkness.
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I wrote this at two in the morning so it probably sucks, please like and comment