fragile. //discontinued//

1.

I was and always will be that one person who never leaves the bed. I'm sure, if it wasn't for school that I'd be attending as of today, I wouldn't leave the comfort of my blankets at all. My hand slammed against the chair on which my obnoxious alarm was put in desperate hopes of silencing it. A thought of slamming it against the bedroom wall crossed my mind a few times as I struggled to find it with my eyes closed but as I remembered I am broke and don't have money to buy a new one and I will, obviously, still be needing it I finally opened my eyes and sat up on my bed in defeat. That way, I found the damn thing immediately and silenced it. My hands found their way to my face and as I rubbed my eyes I whispered out a silent curse.
"Hey, Ymir, look at this!" Her angelic voice called out for me from the backyard of the building our tiny apartment was located in. I stepped out on the balcony and lit another cigarette.
"What," I asked before taking a drag of smoke,"found another kitten?"
"No," she responded, her voice holding that 'a-matter-of-fact' tone in it,"look, it's a bunny!"
I laughed,"Well, isn't that cute."

I smiled at the memory. I miss the happy days we shared.

I looked at the time. 5:30. I have too much time on my hand. I pulled on some ugly, over sized sweater they gave us as uniform and matching black pants. Thankfully, they let me have boys school uniform, I don't think I'd survive in a skirt and knee highs. While eating a breakfast that consisted of an apple and a glass of water, I scrolled down my Facebook feed. Absolutely nothing new, there were a few changed profile pictures at which I cringed, there were also a few status updates I couldn't care less about and that was about it.

Tingling sensation woke me up from my deep slumber. Groaning, I looked down at what it was to find nothing, yet the cold, tingling sensation stayed so I scratched the spot only to find my hand wet. There was quiet giggling above my head and I looked up. There she was, standing above me with a, now empty, glass in her hands, giggling. I wanted to be mad at her yet those cute giggles drove any anger I held for her away. My mouth pulled into a small smile, so while smiling I told her,"you bitch."

Once again, I smiled at the happy memory I shared with the girl I loved. I miss those days.

I miss her.