𝙱𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

Chapter I: Over the Radiant Ocean

"I don't know if there'll ever come a day when the profound emptiness I feel inside will be filled."
-Kyra

My body feels heavy as if it's stuck in my bed. Half of me tells me to get up and the other half is...too dumb? Maybe because no one inspires me to get up or I'm just too lazy. The beautiful dim sky peeks at my window-it makes me up in my bed and unlocks the window. As I gaze at the beautiful morning sky, the cold wind crawls through my body, tempting me to fall asleep. At the moment I close my eyes, my head slams at the edge of the window. My head pains-my eyes blur. To knock off my sleepy head, I walk to take shower. Unexpectedly, the first thing I hear today is my scream.

"Gee-zz, th-that was v-v-very cold!"

I forgot the heater is broken. Hump, guess I don't have any choice but to bear this for a day. Besides, it's just cold at first and after that is...not so cold, I think. A few minutes of shower left me shivering-the cold wind makes it worse even I shut the window. At the moment I open my closet to dress up and ease my shivering, I knew there would be a problem. "Should I wear this blouse with this skirt or this, or this...or maybe...this?"

A yellow hoodie and jeans would do. It's comfortable and...simple-just like the girl in the mirror. My reflection makes me smile and say "You're beautiful just the way you are." Those are the words I wish I could hear from other persons than my brother. Perhaps, I should just accept that no other person than my brother and God could appreciate me and know me better than myself.

I chirp, "two is better than nothing though, silly girl."

"What are you babbling about again?"

Seems like they're about to start again. But I admit that startled me. I thought he's talking about me-don't they ever feel sick of it? I could still even hear them arguing, thankfully our house is big enough to contain their voices every morning and night. Almost every week, they always argue and after some days, they'll act like such a happy couple...like nothing happened and repeat, but the difference is their fights are getting worse over time. Nevermind. Instead, I should check social media for a bit before breakfast like a normal teen.

Oh, what a surprise. My friends messaged me to react to their photos again, which is kind of annoying. What's the point of having so many likes? It's not like your life and other's will change by gaining it. Well, if it's their way to entertain and stress themselves...then, why not?

It's amazing that it only takes a few minutes to make my self-esteem malfunction again after saying to myself "You're beautiful just the way you are." It's like my newsfeed is my collection to remind me of all my insecurities. I was like, "Wow, she's super pretty." And later, there comes my insecurities taking over like, "Dang it. I'm so laid, I wish I'm pretty like her."

How ridiculous I am.

Forget it. I'm hungry. Food is much important than beauty because almost half of the people are starving and the rest are...on diet? Foods are so delicious to go diet for. As I walk downstairs my parent's voice becomes louder and intimidating. While watching my parents arguing like a TV drama, I prepare my cereal breakfast. When mom stands, the heat starts to increase, making me gulp. Stoping them is what I want, but I'm afraid that it would be rude to mind their business. They'll probably say again "This is an adult's argument and blah-blah-blah..." So nevermind.

Could this morning be worse?

"Don't deny it, Sarah. I saw" -dad points his index finger- "you flirting with a man."