Thursday, December 5th, 2014 7:00 AM
“Ms. Colston? Mrs. Colston instructed me to wake you promptly at seven o’clock AM, so you could prepare for your shopping day.”
That doesn’t sound like my normal alarm. My alarm is much ruder.
“Whu-“ I rolled sideways and barely caught myself before I rolled right off the bed. I groaned and stretched my body.
“Ms. Colston, Mrs. Colston instructed me – “
“I heard you the first time, ma’am. I’m up.” I pried my eyes open to see a kindly old lady look at me confusedly before leaving my room and closing my door.
I stretched again before snuggling deep into the downy comforter. How could I possibly get out of this bed, especially at seven in the freaking morning? Who leaves to go shopping that soon?
I grumbled to myself as I rolled out of the bed that I deemed was perfectly all right size-wise – mainly because I had one of the best nights’ sleep since… you know – and I waddled over to the vanity. I took my hair out of the braid I had attempted last night after my shower and shook my curls out. I tried to flatten the top so it wasn’t as poufy, and I tried to make my bangs swoop in front of my eyes the way I liked. I sneered at my reflection.
It’s kind of hard to care about keeping up physical appearance when you’re dead inside. I rubbed my eyes. The dark rings under my eyes looked as if I had them tattooed on.
I heaved myself back to my feet and kneeled next to my boxes and duffel bags. I had been too tired and miserable to unpack last night. I could not bear to put my belongings into a different room. It only reminded me how I was never going to see my childhood home, or my family, ever again. I pulled out my favorite black jeans – I had them ripped to perfection – and I pulled out one of my Nirvana tee-shirts. This particular one was black with the picture of the Bleach album on the front. A lot of people did not like the Bleach album, because it was a lot darker than their others, but I liked the raw passion and anger in this album.
I slipped on my clothing and shoved my feet into my converse. I looked at myself in the full length mirror and inspected my reflection. The dark rings around my eyes made my skin look paler, and it certainly did not help that I was rocking a very mono-chromatic color scheme. I had not been skinny before, but skipping almost every meal was taking a toll on me. I know it would have depressed my parents to see me like this, but eating made me feel sick, and sleeping did not help how tired I was. I shook my head at my reflection.
If I ever met the person who was driving drunk that day, I would kill him. Maybe not actually kill him, because I’d like to think that I am not capable of taking another human’s life; but I would definitely fuck him up.
I left my room after shoving my phone in my pocket and I tried to navigate the maze that is my grandmother’s house. Eventually I found the spiral staircase and I followed my nose to what had to have been the dining room. If the food smells this amazing, just imagine how it would taste.
“Rebecca! How nice of you to join us.” I quirked an eyebrow at my grandmother. She was the only person at the dining room table. The only other people in the room where her servants who were bringing the breakfast to the table.
