Wine Red

You forgot again.

  A female soon awoke, slowly and groggily. Her creamy orange hair sticking out at unnatural positions. With a slight grunt, she'd move forward off of the bed she was laying upon.

     As she made her way to the door and reached out to the door knob, she casted her gaze back to the room. It was messy and disoriented. Nothing within the room seemed neat. Soon enough he eyes flicked downwards to her own clothes. She never had actually changed into her PJ's the night before, yet she deduced that they were cleaner then their counter parts that were on the floor. With this in mind, she simply opened the to take her leave.

  Upon opening the door, she was met with a sight usual people would shriek in terror at. 

Red crimson regret was splattered around the walls, lining the creases of the floorboards. It grew in quantity as the streak slowly grew further away from her. The girl didn't seem to care, didn't seem to be scared, but rather seemed to be irritated at the sticky substance.

   With a huff of air, and a grumpy face, she carefully made her way past the troublesome area.  Once she made her way past that pool, she was greeted with a man. This particular man was attempting to clean up the mess, grumbling under his breath.

      The female stopped in the stairs, and looked to the other as he scrambled to clean up the sticky liquid. Irritation radiated through every fibre of her existence, making her face become twisted into an unhappy one. As she evaluated get options her words edited out of her mouth.

"Dad. You promised three times already that you would always clean it up before I woke up...!" She closed her eyes, her foot still frantically tapping with her newfound distaste.

     "I know 'hun bun." Replied the elder of the two. His brown hair could only be compared with the color of chocolate. "But my job takes a lot 'outta me 'n ya know tha'. I passed out before I could even start ta clean it up." He gave a warm smile to the other, trying to make up for his misdeed. He knew how much she hated stepping through that, his daughter assumed so anyways.

   The female nodded, thinking, before walking past him.

"I would help you but I have to get ready for school." That was her excuse, and it always worked. Regardless of the situation during the morning, her father would always excuse her. There was no use of fighting against, if she showed up with blood on her uniform it could cause some issues. They knew this from experience.

   As the female descended down the stairs to her destination, her mind raced. She wasn't too sure which persona she was supposed to be this time. Was she supposed to be the popular female, or the shy one...? Or perhaps the invisible one. She would double check later. When her eyes lifted upwards to see where she was walking, they laid upon the bathroom. Quickly turning on a dime she made her way to said room, a yawn escaping her. To her delight there was no blood splattered around the area. She'd sigh and go to brush her hair, observing herself within the mirror. Her roots were growing a different color, a dark brown. She grumbled about how it always seemed to grow too quickly.

   Ah, how this was familiar.

Every other month, she'd have to transfer schools, due to her fathers job. She found it rather irritating, considering that the main reason everytime they had to move was because of her fathers own mess up. She never held him accountable, women were proven to be more cleansey when it came to this line of work anyways.

  She'd await, after getting ready for school, for her father to drive her there.

          Ah yes.

How

     Ordinary.