A Way Out

Chapter 2: The Last Normal Day

Don't get me wrong. I hate being miserable. I hate being socially challenged. I hate myself. That's why I have a plan.

I turn 18 two days after my graduation. My birthday will be the day I die. I am waiting to kill myself until I have accomplished something and by that time I will be graduating with honors for my grades and getting scholarships. That way when I die they'll all wonder why.

I snapped out my reverie just as the water for the spaghetti began to boil. I sighed and poured the noodles in. I looked around my house. We hadn't moved since my mother took her plunge to death. The house was three stories, it held 26 large rooms and 6 of them were bathrooms all full with a jacuzzi, a shower, and a bathtub with sink and a toilet, it was 6,000 sq. foot plus, rather a mansion than a house. It was neo-classical revival-style with a green clay-tile roof, walls of white stucco, Ionic portico and wrap around porches. The mansion had been my moms pride and joy. It had been my moms great grandmothers and she had passed to my mother and my mother had passed it to me but until i was old enough my dad possessed it. I jumped lightly when I heard my front door open and my dads work shoes click across the floor. As always he went straight upstairs to his office. I sighed and sat at the granite topped island.

No one knew exactly how rich my father was, which made me his spoiled daughter. I'm not going to lie I have everything. i used to want everything when my mother was alive. I used to be happy and normal. One of those girls that everyone liked because she was nice not because she could ruin reputation with one flick of her tongue even though she could. I was once a very beautiful person inside and out. Now I'm ugly everywhere. I hate everyone because they dont understand and really, thats ok, because I'll be dead in seven months anyway.

My father thinks I'm crazy and being a lawyer he's seen lot's of crazy people, so it must be true. Everytime we talk he tiptoes around my feelings like he's gauging my reactions, just waiting for the day he gets to ship me off to the loony bin.

I rubbed my eyes and went to check the noodles. Deciding they were soft enough I drained them in the sink where I let the steam come up and hit my eyes. Making me tear up. Afterwards I warmed the sauce and made two plates. Even though my father was scarcely ever here I had the urge to make sure he took care of himself. His office was where he spent most of his time, but when he started to get hungry and lose focus he would come down to the kitchen around eleven at night and in the microwave there would always be a meal waiting for him. We hadn't talked to eachother in two weeks. We had gotten in a huge fight about my health and social tendencies and it hadn't ended well.

I popped his plate into the microwave before taking a few bites of my own meal. When I ate about half of the spaghetti I put the rest in a plastic bowl for dad to take for lunch the next day. After doing the dishes in scolding hot water and wiping off the black marbled counter tops and stainless steel appliances, I made my way up to my room.

My room was the kind of thing every teenage girl would want. Cream colored walls and oak wood flooring made the room a sanctuary, giving off relaxing vibes for a good sleep, the bed was a king set right in the middle of the room, made out of cherry wood with four posts draped in violet silk that closed around the bed to provide a dark atmosphere for as long as you needed, and across the room was a grand fire place. The wall across from the door had a large window over looking the backyard and right by it was my favorite piece of furniture. A beautiful desk made out of ornate carved pine. My mothers.

I sighed heavily and went to the desk, plopping in the leather chair. My head was starting to throb as the sun was setting over the frozen earth. Winter had started early in Alpena, Michigan. 25 days ago on November 1st the snow had begun to fall at 2 o clock in the morning, while I sat at my desk watching the little crystal like flakes fall to the garden below my window.

I looked at the clock glowing white numbers; 9 o clock. The best part about my room was that I got to watch the sun go down but I didn't have to see it come up. I didn't have to feel my gut twist and bile rise with the sun as I readied myself for the next day.

I opened my laptop and began to finish my homework before I went to bed. Tomorrow would be the same thing just like every day.