Alone Awaken

Chapter 22: Remi

Here comes the sun
here comes the sun and I say
it's alright

I slowly wake up to my alarm on my phone and press quit. I made the first song Colton and I sang together in his car, my alarm. It lets me wake up with a smile on my face every time I hear it. I never thought waking up to something so simple as a song, would bring me joy. Especially because I hate the mornings.

I throw my blanket to the side and swing out of bed. I stretch my arms up above my head and bend side to side to wake my body up. I'm slightly excited for today. I get to watch Colton play soccer. I'm not sure if I'll actually "cheer." Eh, the idea doesn't seem very appealing. But nonetheless, I want to be there for him.

I stroll over to the counter where the sink and all my hygiene products are. I brush my teeth and wash my face. I look in the mirror and notice my hair is flat from sleeping on it wet. I honestly don't remember falling asleep. I watched Colton sing to me over and over again, for who knows how long. I couldn't stop smiling watching him. I walk over to my phone and open up the video and watch it one more time. It's just as beautiful as the first time I watched it. I love him so much. I grasp the phone in my chest and hug my phone. Uhhh, your hugging your phone. I quickly stop hugging my phone.

I plop my phone on my bed and walk back over to the counter. I try brushing out my hair but it instantly turns into a lions mane. Fuck. I start rubbing my hands down the ends of my hair to try to get the puffiness you go away. It doesn't work. I open the bottom drawer and pull out my curling iron. I haven't used this thing in ages, I don't know if it even works anymore.

I shrug my shoulders and plug it in. I wait a couple minutes and it gets hot. Ok so it works. I wrap a section around the barrel and wait a couple seconds before letting my hair fall naturally off the barrel. My hair bounces in a beachy wave. Alright, alright, I'm liking this. I continue the same motion throughout my hair and I finish with a head full of waves. My hair has always had a natural wave to it but when I curl it, my hair becomes more defined and full. I step back from the mirror and I honestly am liking what I see. I feel.. beautiful.

I head back to my phone and check the time. 9:35. I have about ten more minutes before I have to head over to the soccer fields. I open the weather app and see that it'll be sunny and 60 degrees. Fall is gradually turning to winter and I'm not mad about it. I enjoy the cold, it use to make me feel something when I was too hateful towards myself to feel.

I walk over to my closet and stop myself. What do people wear to soccer games? Back in high school girls wore school colors, I have Colton's jacket but is that enough? Just keep it simple. I open my bottom dresser drawer and pull out black leggings. I pull a black hoodie from my massive collection of hoodies. I throw my clothing on and put on my boots. With the finishing touch, I throw Cotlon's jacket on fussing to pull the hood of my hoodie out. Once I feel comfortable, I brush my hair forward and grab a black beanie from the top shelf of my closet to put on. I turn and face the mirror and I tilt my head to observe myself. All black with a pop of royal blue. I like it. I smile to myself. I grab my phone, keys and wallet and leave my room.

I make a quick stop in the main center convenient store to grab a protein bar. I know I'll get hungry during the game and if I don't eat something I'll get hangry. The stores quiet but Starbucks next door is loud with order calls. The smell is wonderful but I'll stick with water. I leave the store with the goods and step foot outside. The air is crisp and smells cold when I breathe in. The sun is golden and casts shadows through the trees. I admire the nature as I walk to the fields.

A few minutes late and I'm standing at the back entrance of the bleachers. I grip my water tightly and hear the wrapping of my protein bar crunch in my other hand. Am I nervous? Why? Just get up there and sit down, no one will notice you. I let out a breathe I didn't know I was holding and I step foot on the metal bleachers. I walk up the ramp and my boots stomp through the metal and I feel like it's louder than ever. I look down as I reach the front of the bleachers, I quickly turn and walk up the far side to the very top. I sit down. The bleacher is cold as fuck on my ass. I should have worn thicker leggings. I shiver for a moment and decide to look up. There's red coats down in front. Fuck I'm on the wrong side. I tilt my head back in annoyance and stand up. I head to the opposite side of the bleachers and sit down next to the aisle. When I look down I see a bunch of parents conversing with other parents. They all seem very happy. I'm sure they talk behind each other's backs when they're departed. Adults aren't much different from us.