Bless This Mess!

Introduction

September 6. Sunday

  "who am I?
   someone that's afraid to let go,uh
   you decide,if you're ever gonna,let
   me know (yeah)
   suicide, if you ever try to let go,uh
    I'm sad and old, yeah
    I'm sad and old,yeah"
   

This song was more than just a song. And the lyrics,were more than words. Each word hit Reyna's ears in an amplified manner. She didn't exactly know how to pinpoint what she was feeling today. Not today, these past few months. But this song...it said it all. Damn, she was probably gonna listen to this on loop now.

She got up from her bed and walked towards the window. She looked outside and saw an array of stars glimmering in the night sky. The same sky that looked down at her town. Nothing different about it. But this was the first time she was looking so closely at it. As if the solution to her depressed mood lay in the stars.

The song still playing, she said aloud ,"Well, this too shall pass".
After staring aimlessly at the sky for some more time,she changed into her pajamas and grabbed the book on her nightstand. The night eerily silent now that the song had come to an end. She climbed into her bed and her eyes skimmed over the pages of the book.

Tomorrow would be a better, brighter and cheerful day.

September 7. Monday.

The next morning, it rained cats and dogs.
The rain came pouring down, drops of water hitting the window. "Rude!" Reyna scoffed at the weather outside rubbing her sleepy eyes. " So much for 'its gonna be a good day'" she grumbled climbing out of her bed.

She grabbed her phone,eyes still blurry. No notifications. Greaaaat.
She padded towards her bathroom and finished her morning routine. She got out of the shower and wore the black ripped jeans, royal blue top and her converse. "Clinically depressed but well dressed" she smiled at her vanity mirror as she applied her eye liner and some lip balm.

She brushed her hair and looked at the clock in her room. "And she's late again" she grunted. She grabbed her phone and sent a text. "We gotta go. Where art thou?". The reply was instant. "Gimme 10. Snowbell peed on my shoes".

Reyna screamed internally. She hated to be tardy. She flopped down on her bed. Breakfast was usually out of the question because she felt puky in the mornings. She usually grabbed something at college. She looked out the window, the sound of rain mocking her.

"Shut up."