The Lost and the Broken

Sunshine

I woke up like lightning to the crackle of my TV. Blinded by the sun I picked the gloop out of my eyes as I tried to focus on the world around me. Scrunched up eyes, hands dug deep inside my retinas as I slowly came to and resembled the closest thing to a normal being I could manage.

Sunshine is crazy. Now that statement might sound a little crazy but I mean it. When you wake up to a glorious blue sky with sun bursting through your windows, it transforms you. Feels like pure happiness concentrated.

I don't get that so often these days.

Christ...nearly got caught up in it for a moment there, anyway...back to business or whatever you wanna call it.

I got up, all I can say is slowly. I felt each of my forty years yet I was only seventeen. Bent over my bed, my mouth tasted of beer and starch. I opened my mouth wide just trying to get rid of the taste, or lack of it.

Yeah, so I dragged myself up and let the moment sink into me. My eyes felt heavy, like bags of rocks and all I could do was observe my surroundings. So slowly it almost bored me.

I closed my eyes for a moment and went swimming. Spinning around but the silence was shattered by a banging on my bedroom door.

I gazed over at it. Waiting. Then again and...

Yeah?

There's someone here for you

My dad.

Who is it??

Absolutely no idea, just get down there. I need some peace. You can't drink all the time. You've got responsibilities girl.

ALRIGHT!!

Fuck me. Just what I didn't need. But I guess he's right.

Anyway, on came the clothes. Pulled into my broken body like a wetsuit then I--Jesus

So that was my first impression of the mirror. Not. A. Pretty. Sight... At all!

A large gasp of air came out and I was floored (metaphorically) by the root that emanated from the hole that was my mouth. Classy bitch.

As I made my way downstairs, I could slowly see a figure being revealed. But fuck'd if I knew who it was.

I stood facing her back, still waking up and trying to piece back my last night as quickly as possible.

No joy. Fuck

She was about my height (FYI: not very big), long dark hair skinny jeans, bagster (baggy+hipster...he he) tee on. Pretty damn cool, I must say.

Can I help you?

She turned round and revealed a beautiful young woman.

I didn't instantly recognise her but their was something there, I just couldn't quite put my finger on it.

Now when I said she was beautiful, I meant it apart from the burn marks that covered half her face. She hid confidently behind a portion of it using her hair but despite this she was captivating.

But again, who the fuck was she?

She smiled broadly at me.

Hey. Have you figured it out yet?

W-What?

You know.

She started to circle me.

Who is this person that is stood in my house? That's what you're thinking, isn't it?

I grinned like a guilty kid.

Then as she made her way round, full circle, it hit me.

Now I'd like to say it was just the realization of the fact that came to me but as I tried to pick myself off the floor, it was her fist that had left a very tasty imprint on my pretty face.

YOU STUPID, FUCKING BITCH!

WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE???

I started to wake up a little more now but the hangover I had was doing me no favours whatsoever.

I just sat there, looking up at her.

I'm sorry but I've got no idea what-

She socked me again.

This time I hit the floor hard. My head cracking against the wood.

Now, all I could do was thank God we didn't have marble floors.

YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS SHIT!

Then, before she could get her next combo in, good old Captain America jumped in to save the day.

Now that's enough!

My dad said, as he grabbed hold of her. But she wasn't giving up, wriggling like a fish. As she slid out of his arms, she landed a well placed boot in my Dad's privates (as he would always say) and then dived out the door.

The door slammed shut and then my dad turned to me and the silence was deafening.

I think we need to have a little chat.