alive /drh/

tire and second family

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i finally landed on the soft mattress and i felt i could fall asleep right away.

"damn!" i groaned, then took a deap breath and closed my eyes.

my feet were killing me.
i was all sweaty.
but i was fucking happy.

i had to force myself to get up, so i could have a shower and get into bed as quick as i could.

that match was intense.

i would had been happier if i was at home in bristol with my dad, not in manchester with my mum. we could surely have a talk about the stuff that happened on the field, that one goal that i demonstrated at half-time, that thot kicking me on the tibia, yeah, we could have a good time, a good one really!

mum was not really interested. i mean she tries to be look like she is sometimes, but she doesn't really understand what's really the point about football and the adrenalin rush it gives to the people.

oh, i don't need adrenalin rush, i'm a hyper anyway.

i lazily opened my eyes to see the bright room in front of me, the bed with dark blue sheets, the windows screened by the big ass curtains which were very pretty by the way. it still had that one spot at the bottom of it because of the ink that me and my step brother put on it about 10 years ago.

i let myself yawn a big one then i walked out of the room, blinking slowly, looking down at my bruised knees. there were goosebumps all over my body because of the cold of the spring night.

i shivered. even though it was warm inside of the house, but my body still didn't perceive it.

i heard some noises from downstairs. noises probably derived from cups clicking into each other. honestly, i barely heard the voices. just one thing was in my head; getting into bed.

i headed to the bathroom, all across the other side of the aisle.

the light brown lathes were quietly crackeling under my feet, the same coloured door finally opened as i threw my hand on the handle and i stepped on the cold, blue tile.

the procedure of my shower was hella slow. i was humming the songs that i listened to on the way here, i was watching the water dripping down on the muggy shower cabin's plastic wall, but not paying any attention to finish cleaning myself at all.

i yawned one more time, then finally opened the cabin's door and stepped out. the chilly air slammed onto my skin, i jumped a little and made my way to the cabinet under the tap, i grabbed a random towel and quickly twisted around me.

"brr" i shuddered. i looked into the mirror. "ew" i laughed.

my cheeks were reddish coloured, my ponytail was all messy and there were lots of hairs out of it, just fucking floating around.

i sighed and set my septum, it was angled over a little bit.

then i realized my eyes had darker circles under it which were not there every day. amazing!

i furrowed my eyebrows.

i walked out of the bathroom and went back to the guestroom. i felt some waterdrops landing on my lower neck, as i turned into the room and closed the door after myself. i went over to my carryon and with one hand, i was holding the top of my towel, and with the other, i was rummaging until i finally found some comfortable clothes to sleep in.