It Lives in The Mirrors

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     A lot can happen during a life time, but this isn't something I would have expected.     

     The constant beeping of the alarm clock interrupted my peace and quiet of the dream world I was lost in. I picked up my heavy limb and felt around for the cursed device. When my hand came across the cool plastic, I lifted it, curled it into a fist, and slammed it on the button. 

     "Damn alarm not letting me sleep." I sat up in my bed and looked around the room I called my own. There was really nothing special about it.The walls were all a light grey and I had a white desk against the right black polka-dotted wall. On the desk, drawing utensils were scattered across the surface. Beside it sat a book shelf filled with all types of books, mostly Percy Jackson and The Olympians though. On the left wall was my bed, next to a large window that was currently blocking the sun with dark grey curtains. If I looked forwards then I see my closet filled with clothes that I hardly ever wear. Beside my closet, was a white rimmed body length mirror.

     "RYLIN!" My younger brother, Declan, stormed through the door, smashing the light switch, making me jump from my thoughts. I cocked an eyebrow."YOU NEED TO GO TO SCHOOL SOON!"He shouted. I narrowed my eyes at him, wishing he would crumble into dust right then and there.

     "Yeah so do you, so maybe you should stop bugging me and get your own stuff together. You're still in pyjamas and you woke up, what?" I glanced at the clock that read 7:00 in bolded, red letters. "30 minutes ago?" 

     I saw him pause, then mumble something under his breath. I didn't care about what he said because all that mattered was that he left. I rolled my eyes- something I do probably thirty times every two hours- and got out of my very comfortable and very warm bed.

     'No, Rylin.' I told myself. 'You're not allowed to lay back down. No matter how bad you want to.' I breathed in, closing my eyes and turning away from the bed. When I exhaled, I pushed the thoughts of how bad I wanted to go back to sleep to the darkest corner of my mind, along with the psychopathic thoughts of wanting to kill everyone and anyone who talked to me in the mornings. I guess you could say I'm not a morning person.

     I sighed. Why does life do this to me? I just want sleep and more money for books, is that too much to ask for? I walk the short distance to my closet and pick out a plain black t-shirt with black leggings, putting on my signature over sized dark grey sweater to hide the faded white scars. They don't bother me that much anymore. I can look at them without tearing up now.

     I looked in the mirror and brushed my brown hair, dyed aqua at the tips. I  leaned closer to the mirror to apply the only make up I ever wear, mascara. My green-hazel eyes came into view as my pupils shrunk due to the lack of lighting. I applied the mascara and put it back in its drawer. I shot one more glance at the mirror.

     I exited my bedroom to see Declan chasing our poor dogs around the house while Kendyl, my older sister, sat on her phone in the living room, laughing at something weird on Twitter. My dogs ran under the dining room table, trying to escape from my nuisance of a brother.

     "Declan leave the babies alone!" I said, walking into the kitchen to get a glass of water. His shoulders slumped and he walked away. I swear, sometimes that boy acts five, not fifteen. I drank my water and looked at the time on the clock and almost choked.

     "Declan, We're gonna be late!" I shouted, setting my glass down on the counter and running down the hallway, back to my room. I grabbed my bag and shoved in everything, probably crumpling and ripping a few papers in the process.

     I rushed to the drawers in my closet and pulled out a pair of ankle length black socks. I put them on quickly while screaming at Declan through my open door. "IF YOU'RE NOT READY, I'M LEAVING WITHOUT YOU!" I grabbed my phone from the place it was charging on my bedside table, put it in my sweater pocket and dashed to the front door of my house, Declan hot on my heels, fumbling with his bag.