Heaven and Monsters

Intermission. An Average day for a average life.

The morning sun slips through the shades from the window, starting a brand new day. But the shining day cannot pass through the shade of a dark room in this household.

The alarm clock beeps loudly on a nightstand, a hand reaches out of the bundled up to turn off the alarm and it went silent once again. Several minutes passed and the alarm goes off again, as the owner would fully awake for the morning.

The owner slams her fist on the alarm clock to stop the beeping. In shadows, the owner sits up on her bed and turns on her lamp.

Nia blinks slowly as she wakes up, rubbing her eyes and yawning to wish to go back to bed. She suffers a terrible bed head. But a 20 year old woman needs to go to work. So she buys herself food to stuff herself in her quiet house. Her room is messy with clothes littered around her room, books and papers are piled up on her desk with her laptop between them, and the walls are colored with lavender purple. She has gotten out of bed and went to her bathroom just outside of her room on the left. She experienced many stub toe in late night to early morning trips. She prepares for today with a quick clean up and changes of clothes, switching from undergarments to a proper casual clothes. She glances at her back in the mirror, with light burn scars on her back. She glazes her hand over the scars to think about how she got it. She still wonders what happened before she has gotten it.

She questioned this for her whole life but there would be no answer for her. She accepted the answers for her won't come. But she still questions it to keep her mind busy.

She sighed to herself in her quiet house. Not sighing for the thought of her back or going to work. But of her lifestyle by living by herself with no social life besides work. She dresses up her comfortable long thin cloth black jacket (It's a little big for her size but she's happy with it), pair of round glasses, and any available clean clothes she has. for her day. She doesn't put on her makeup, she doesn't see the point of it for her job, or anything in particular. She walks downstairs and got to the kitchen, her house is littered with plants with flowers to vines. She began her breakfast with a quick make of coffee, with a spoonful of sugar and cream. She turns on a small hand radio set on her windowsill while making coffee, besides a viney potted plants. As she made her mug of coffee, she let it sit for a minute to cool off while she makes some toast to herself.

She listens to the humble morning music as she eats down a slice of toast, she checks the calendar to see she isn't in the first week of her summer. She recently gotten out of school, she glads she's out of there for once but some particular reasons. She doesn't want to think about it and she continued eating her toast. Her ear pokes up to hear a news broadcast cuts in the music.
"Thank you for listening to Hey channel. Weather would be slightly cloudy through the first week and clear the second half. The nights would be windy with a chilling 60 degrees through the evening to morning most of the week.-" Nia would listen to radio for a bit, only minding the weather for today and nothing else, she doesn't care about the town baseball going to state or the sales of cookies by the local girl's scouts.
"We would like your attention for this. Several houses have robbed and some families about five have been attacked the pass weekend"
Nia's head turns to the radio from what she heard, something for once it isn't the usual. The radio spoke through the names of the families and a list of things

"There were two deaths over the weekend, a fourteen-year-old and a thirty-six year old. Died by unknown causes. Expectation either was an accident by driving or personal reasons. Police have not given out information about how they died until later this week. So we like to remind you to stay safe and a nice morning "
Nia would've like to know where in the town took place but nothing has been said. She would open a drawer of tools of screwdrivers and dusty nails and a hammer. She stops what she doing and second thought to herself of what she's doing. She thinks she's overreacting for a small report of accidents. An accident, that's all.