The Fallen

Amirèe

Wake up, grab your brush and put on a little makeup, hide the scars to fade away the shake, why'd you leave your keys upon the table? Here you go create another fable...

I grabbed my phone and threw it. Thankfully, it was in an Otter Box, so it survived the crash into the wall, but my alarm still screamed from its speaker. I stood up and grabbed it, hitting the snooze button.

I'd been having a great dream where I'd singlehandedly won our next indoor track meet just to have it ruined by the lead singer from System of a Down screaming at me to wake up. I dreaded the day, mostly, because it was a Monday, and nobody likes Mondays. I just didn't want to go to school. That alarm meant I had to walk around like an empty shell for another day, and when I got home, maybe Kevin would be gone. Then what would I do? I'd spent the entire day watching him yesterday.

Honestly, finding him after track practice Saturday was a shock. Spending the whole day with him yesterday was staggering and thinking about him in general made my stomach turn in knots. Heat would creep up my neck and I would get nervous no matter how casual we were acting. I had no idea why. I mean, he was gorgeous, but so was my best friend, and I never turned into a nervous mess when we were together.

Maybe it was the way he looked at me. His amber eyes would slink over my body coolly when we were together. There was no perversion, no uneasiness, no real emotions other than the same somber look in his eyes. It was like the only emotion he knew was sadness, and I felt like he was around me more because he could feel the same somberness I felt. He knew I wasn't happy, and maybe he was less miserable around me because we could be unhappy together.

So no, I didn't want to go to school, because I wanted to be with him. I wanted to try to help him remember who he was. I wanted to bring him to the hospital again, like we did yesterday, and try to figure out what was wrong. I wanted to comfort him, because not knowing who he was had to be strenuous on him. But, sadly, I had to graduate, which meant I had to go to class.

With a sigh I shuffled across the room to my dresser where I had laid out my uniform last night, an all red skirt, white button down shirt with my red tie, and my white sweater. I usually didn't wear this skirt because it was higher on my thighs, but my other ones needed to be washed so it would have to do.

I brushed out my curls, twisting them into two long braids that fell down my shoulders. I wasn't really a makeup person, so I just pocketed a tube of chap-stick. Sitting down in the chair beside my dresser I pulled on two red thigh-high socks and my school shoes, looking like every cliché catholic schoolgirl to ever exist, though it didn't bother me.

Grabbing my backpack and my earbuds I went downstairs to the familiar smell of French toast. My mom was singing as she cooked, and the kitchen island was full of fruit and cracked eggshells. I cleared a space and pulled up a stool. She set a plate of food in front of me, toast, eggs, and grapes, before continuing to sing to the radio.

Not long after, my dad came through, grabbing a handful of grapes and rushing out the house, kissing my mother on the cheek. His tie wasn't tied, and his suit was disheveled. Though, I knew that when he made it to his office, he would be a completely different person.
Corey ran downstairs next, running around the island before pulling up a stool for my mom to place a plate in front of him. Right when I finished eating, Kevin quietly walked into the kitchen, nervously looking from my mom to me.

"Sit down, I made a plate for you too." She set his plate down across from me, and he carefully walked to his seat with a "thank you" and sat down to eat.