The Guardian of Man (Editing)

The disaster

I awoke to the sound of the shrill noise of my alarm cloak beeping. I really needed to get rid of my hello kitty alarm clock from hell, its beady eyes seemed to follow my every move. From the first time my step mother gave it to me I swear I felt it staring holes into the back of my head, the meow noise rivaling the bark of a hell hound. Shuddering I thumped my hand to shut it up and peeked over my covers to make sure no one was there, slowly getting up from my bed and groaning at the sound my back made. I didn't need more stress and if my step mother popped in to say happy birthday I was going to implode. I didn't need anyone to remind of today, the anniversary of my mothers death, and I really didn't need morning people interrupting my grumpy state with their enthusiastic hellos and good mornings, it was unnatural.

Tiptoeing across the hall I opened the door to the bathroom, switching the light on. Today was my seventeenth birthday but I didn't feel different and I certainly thought I was entitled to at least feel different, I don't know maybe less shitty. l guess the universe wasn't up for giving me a break. The shower was helping my soothing my aching muscles and I really needed them unwound. I got out, wrapped myself with the towel, and looked at my toes.God, when was the last time I got a pedicure?

Sighing I put my hair in a ponytail and faced the mirror. I winced when the mirror revealed to me the exact opposite of what I was hoping for. The face that was staring at me was the same me, I still looked like a skeleton, and the skin under my eyes were indented and blueish looking. Sorrow and pain laced itself into my eyes, the only feature I had inherited from my mother.Some how I had hoped that maybe I could have gotten the wish that I wanted, that I would wake up and all my memory of that night would be cleared from the deep recesses of my mind. I would finally be able to sleep without me screaming into the night. I tried to suppress it but sometimes it breaks free. I didn't want to relive it again, I wanted to be free of this horrid memory. I wanted to be respected.

From the shouting from my stepbrother to get the hell out the bathroom , apparently my wish was in vain.I opened the door to the bathroom and sent him a death glare that of course he ignored.

"You are such a asshat Brian" If there was a society of jerk offs that needed a king, he would certainly see himself fit to do so.

"Only pretty people hog up the bathroom, Ana"

"And only jerkoffs like you are capable of being this vain"

He smiled, showing two rows of bleached teeth and slammed the door in my face. Brian was pretty but not as much as he would like to think. My friend Terry used to like him back in the fifth grade. I promptly threw up in my mouth when she said that she would have dated him if he wasn't such a douche. And this summer he walked shirtless through the house most days so when I told him to go put a shirt on like a civil person, he told me that it was too hot to have a shirt on. Then he smirked and said that if I was unsettled I was always welcome to take my shirt off too. Needless to say I was emotionally scarred this summer.

I threw on a pair of jeans and my standard black t-shirt and slabbed on some deodorant and proclaimed myself "okay". Running down the steps I put on my hoody and took the house keys from the pocket closing and locking the door behind me. Terry was in her Honda, beeping the horn impatiently.I ran out of the estate and met her at the gate opening the passenger door. She gave me a hug and then produced a present out of her bag.

"Here you go, open it" Terry said twirling her thumbs in her lap.

I ripped of the paper from the box and opened its folds, shocked at the content within.

"What is it?" I said staring at folded material in the box. The silky material was definitely something.

" Its a dress."