SAVE my SOUL

Prologue

11 hours before death...

My morning began with about as much excitement you'd expect with watching the grass grow. Unless, of course, that's something that you were into. Regardless of knowing how dull my days usually ended up to be, I somehow still managed to pull the blankets from atop my head and yawn angrily at my ceiling. A kind of yawn where you use it as an excuse to make a loud and obnoxious screeching noise in a desperate attempt to draw human attention towards yourself.

Birds could be heard chirping just outside the window to my second-floor bedroom, perched upon the branches of an overgrown tree that long needed to be removed. My eyes still trying to squint past the crust on my eyelids managed to catch a quick glimpse of the digital clock next to my bed.

"Everywhere stopped serving breakfast by now..."

I let the words bounce off the barren walls of my nearly empty room, as I laid my head back against my sad bundle of dirty clothes I used as a pillow.

"Guess I should get up, right?"

Reaching behind my head with both hands I pull out a plain white sweater and a black pair of sweat pants I had worn to try and convince myself to go to the gym the night before. I jumped out of bed and immediately into the fit of clothes, knowing that if I didn't get out of my room soon I'd just go back to sleep.

"Better get going, can't be late for this one."

Nodding my head unnaturally, bobbing up and down as if responding to a hundred questions all with the same answer, I made my way for my front door. Reassuring my self-doubt that today was going to be a good day. Because for once I actually believed it could be.

10 hours before death...

The skinny figure in my mirror taunted me. The weak-looking knees wobbling under pressure and anxiety at the thought of another presumably botched job interview. Messy, dirty blonde hair fell wherever it liked along my forehead despite all the different hair products tried on it.

It'd probably be easier to stay home. I could save myself the trouble.

How long could one keep thinking like that though? If any day I was planning on making a change it had to be sooner rather than later. Reaching around inside the family's shared drawer I pull out a single bird-shaped hairpin. Grabbing at a clump of my hair I raise it up above my forehead and pin it in place, all while smiling the best I knew how. The way that convinced me I looked good enough for the outside world. A little bit more of fixing stray hairs upon my head into place and a few minutes of fumbling past a morning routine of acne creams and lotions, I finally got around to brushing my teeth. Clenching the toothbrush between my molars I turn around to the bathroom door. Rested upon the back of it by a few well-placed nails and tape was a body length mirror I thought distorted the reflection just enough to make me look a little bit more fit than I actually was. I walked closer, striking ridiculous poses I had seen others making fun of online. Finally approaching close enough to rest the end of my toothbrush against the surface of the mirror while I mentally picked at every flaw on my face.

"HEY! Irre, could you hurry up in here I have to—"

"—GAAKK!"

With one forceful kick to the door from an annoying younger brother I found that I could no longer breathe, knocked off my feet and now laying on my backside I gasped for air with pink a toothbrush erecting from my throat.

"C-an't... air! Get—mom!"

I frantically waved my arms in front of me as I felt my face turning blue from lack of oxygen. Kicking, crying, and yelling all at the same time to the best of my efforts.