Finding Life

Ten.

Izzabella.

I woke up to a complaining Josh and a killer headache. Just the thought of venturing any further than the comfort of my own bed made me cringe.

"Izzy!" Josh hollered from the next room over. ''Start making breakfast.''

I groaned and smashed my extra pillow over my face. Was it normal for a boy his age to eat as much as he does?

I snuggled deeper under my covers, trying to block out the blinding light that was streaming into my room from my windows. Light made it all worse.

''Izzy.'' Josh repeated.

Ten more minutes. He was waiting ten minutes until I got my sorry butt out of bed to make his sorry butt his breakfast.

"Izzy." The sound was getting closer.

"Wakey wakey." Closer...

Desperatley, I pulled the comforter over my eyes.

"C'mon Iz." Josh whined. "Don't be like that."

I shut my eyes tight, now attempting anything to fall back asleep, but luck was not on my side today as the blankets, my only warmth, were stripped off my body and tossed into a heap onto the ground beside my bed. I peaked upwards to find a very hungry looking Josh, hovering over me.

"Please."

Sharp pain fleeted my head as my eyes made contact with the light.

"Alright." I grumbled, slowly standing up. "Your only getting eggs though." I warned.

He grinned. ''Ill eat anything."

Ain't that the truth.

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 Six eggs and two aspirins later, I decided to veg in front of the TV, but seeing as nothing was on, I just lounged there.

Why was I stupid enough to go to a party like that? Why was I stupid enough to go to a party in general?

Unanswered questions spewed out of my brain and I had no energy to try to answer them, but I knew one thing Dianna was bad news. Anyone who party's like that has to be evil right? Did that make me evil?

I frowned and kicked my slippers off of my feet. I could almost still feel the burning sensation from the liquor and I hated it.

Part of me hated myself for what I did last night. It completely went against all my morals and beliefs, but another side of me was pleased and thrilled that I actually wasn't scared to live a little.

I know it probably was not the best decision, considering the aftermath (like the occurring hangover), but if I was going to try to act like a normal teenager, than goddammit I was going to do it the right way.

Only small fragments of the previous night stuck out in my memory, the rest was well, hazy.

I remember my first cup of alcohol clearly, but the  second third and fourth were a bit deranged in my mind.

I slouched further down into the couch, contemplating on calling somebody, like Alex, but after searching the entire house for what felt like forever, my phone was gone.

I hoped I had left it in Di's car before the party, but I seriously doubted it. I was a teenage girl, my phone was an essential part of my life, that rarely gets left unattended in vehicles.

I groaned. Could my morning be getting any worse?

"Izzy?" Josh called.

"Upstairs bud."

Loud thumping carried throughout the house as my brother tromped up the stairs. I winced and rubbed my temples.

"Could you get any louder? I have a pounding headache, keep it down." I hissed as he reached the top of the stairs.

He smirked. Clearly enjoying my discomfort.

"You needed me?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, some dude just knocked on the door looking for you."

I sighed. Could people leave me alone for just one day.

"It's probably Alex, I'll be right back." I made my way downstairs.

"Izzy it's not-" Josh chased down after me.

"Hush, headache remember." I scolded and made my way to the foyer.

But it wasn't Alex standing at the door, it was someone else.

"Well you sure look like you have the typical hangover."

His face was clear in my mind from last night.

"Willson?" I recalled. "What are you doing here?"

He sighed and extended his hand, holding my phone.

I heaved a sigh of relief as I took if from him. "Thankyou. You didn't have to come all the way to my place, I could of met you somewhere or-"

"Is there a time when you are not talking? Besides it's not that far of a drive."

"Are you really sure?"

He nodded. "Well I'll see you around at school."

"We go to school together?"

He nodded once more. "When I bother to show up, yes we do." He rolled his eyes and exited out through the door.

I stared dumbfounded out the door.

"Who was that?"

I sighed and turned around after shutting the door. "Nobody that concerns you." I snapped.

I loved him and everything, but sometimes he was the biggest annoying pig.

"Is it bad that when the doorbell was ringing, I hoped for mom to be standing there?" Seriousness took over his whole aura.

I shook my head sadly. "No, I mean she's your mother right? You love her and now that you don't really know where she is, well it's gotta be difficult."

He was silent. My heart was breaking for him, it really was.

"She's your mother too, you know."

I nodded my head. "Yes, that's right. She's our mother, which is why she's coming back real soon." I think I was trying to reassure more myself than him.

I whisked over to the coffee machine and poured myself a half cup and filled the rest up with  rich flavored cream.

After I indulged in a cup of heaven, my mind wandered back to Willson. Something about him intrigued me in ways I had never experienced before, even though the time we were acquainted was only a short period of time.

I sighed. (I seemed to be doing that a lot more often) 

I glanced at the clock. It was getting close to dinner time and the fridge was near empty.

"Josh, grab your coat. We're eating out tonight."

My mother had been dumping money into my bank account, probably for groceries and other necessities, she had also been paying the utilitie bills, both which I was both grateful for.

But my mother had not gave me a call or even a simple text message to check up on me. Josh was old enough, he didn't take much to look after, but I want to start doing things with my life and sometimes that can be hard when you have a child- barely teenager left without a mother.

I turned my attention to my phone which had six missed calls and thirteen  new messages, most from Di, but a few were from Alex.

Alex.

The image of him and Tammy made an eerie presence in my mind, one that made me very uncomfortable. I knew we had no chemistry between us, but the to see him with another girl was strange and did not settle well with me.

Maybe this was apart of being normal.

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