Passion

5

|P A S S I O N|

We've all had the dream of waking up to the heavenly smell of your favorite breakfast and a soft humming of a sweet slow song. Haven't we?

Well we also know that that's just a fragment of our imagination. Let's all come back to reality. Just imagine waking up to the screams of Post Malone and the angry morning sun blinding your only two pair of eyes.

That's exactly my situation right now.

I angrily stomp down the bed then to the windows to draw the blinds shut before I climbed back up the bed. As if life had not treated me wrong enough, I cracked my phone with my knee.

I was paralyzed with disbelief, picking up the broken phone I tried switching it on but of course it wouldn't.

I groaned in annoyance before slamming the phone on the ground. I jumped down from the bed and began angrily stomping on the phone. It was the only one I had and I didn't even know the numbers of my parents or friends.

Since I decided that the music was disturbing me, I walked over to it before gently switching it off. The urge to shatter the music box was there but I gently placed it down on the makeshift stool.

The room came into a calm silence and I could now hear the sound of the shower running in the bathroom and the hurried steps of students running past the door.

I sat on Mikhail's bed waiting for him to be done with whatever he was doing in the bathroom and I couldn't help but stare at the smashed pieces of my phone on the cold cement floor.

I had waited for more than an hour but the shower was still on, I decided on knocking on the door but it felt like he didn't even hear me. I considered not bathing and just changing into my uniform but the chance of Mikhail coming out of the bathroom anytime soon was low.

So I opened the door.

Closing my eyes, the wooden door creaked in reply. I covered my eyes with my left palm and I expected a scream from him but it was as quiet as the grave except for the shower though.

Removing my hands from my eye,

I screamed.

I had been joblessly waiting for an empty stall for more than an hour and a half. I angrily stripped from my clothes and walked into the shower.

The water was freezing and I flinched when I entered fully into the shower. I picked up the bar of soap and a sudden clump disturbed me from bathing in peace. I looked down at the sight of the bloody bandage and I groaned in frustration.

Wiping the water out of my face with my hands, I walked out of the cold shower picking up the bandage before shoving it in the bin. Sighting myself in the mirror, I shivered.

I frozed when I saw myself in the bathroom mirror, my knuckles went white as I gripped the edge of the sink tightly. I stared at my reflection, or more specifically my shoulder.

The long jagged scar snaked down the right side of my shoulder to my elbow. It was an unusual looking scar, an odd mixture of bright white and light pink. The skin around the scar was also slightly discolored, suggesting that it did not heal properly.