Falling to Flying

Chapter Five- Unpleasant Situations and Unexpected Conversations

My day so far has consisted with a ridiculous amount of unpleasant situations, and it’s only 2 in the afternoon. I don’t know if it has to do with the fact that I got zero sleep last night, or if it’s just “test Ana’s patience” day and I wasn’t informed. Either way, I was one incident away from either flipping a table or just laying down and crying face-first into the floor. Maybe both, I don’t know.

You see, it started at 6 am this morning with a rude wakeup call from my roommate. The door swung open with such ferocity I was surprised it didn’t fly off into the air. And my deep slumber was woken with “Get the fuck up, you have work”. Now I don’t know if maybe this was Mel’s way of showing tough love but it wasn’t appreciated. So, with that being said, I replied with an angry screech that sounded like a fucking griffin giving birth to a majestic eagle. I was pissed to say the least.

“Get the FUCK up you filthy peasant!”

This time I responded with a loud, earth shattering man-cry. I could have been a cave man in my past life.

I really could.

But my thoughts of past reincarnation were cut short with the feeling of cold wetness spreading through my blanket and onto my chest.

Now, I certainly woke up to that.

“What’s your problem?” I hissed after jumping out of my bed.

“I’m tired of you sleeping,” glared Mel. Her green eyes could have been mistaken for the fiery pits of hell in that moment.

“You’re tired of me—what?”

“Shut up,” she responded before walking away. I looked down at my soaked sheets and it wasn’t until then I realized that I was shivering.

“Mellissa! I don’t have work until fucking eight this morning. That’s two hours from now!” I began ripping my sheets and comforter off my bed and throwing them into the dryer.

“Did you hear me?” I asked sarcastically. But I didn’t hear a response so I went to the bathroom door where I knew she was hiding. My stomach flipped when I saw the light shining through on the carpet floor where the door was closed, something didn’t feel right, “Mel, what’s going on?” I asked.

There wasn’t a reply.

“Mellissa open this door, now,” I demanded sternly. I jiggled the locked door knob aggressively, but stopped after a moment.

“Don’t make me pick the lock,” I threatened. After waiting patiently for another two minutes, I grabbed a bobby pin and knife. After fiddling with the damn thing for another moment or two I heard the click of the lock and turned the knob. Thank god for tumblr.

I opened the door slowly and stopped short when I was met with a mess of blonde hair and silent tears laying on the floor. Her legs were sprawled sideways as she clutched her phone in her hand.

“Mel…wha…” I started before I my voice grew hoarse and I finally asked, “Mel, is there something you need to tell me?”

My question was met with sniffles.

“I’m late.”

“What do you mean you’re late?” I frowned.

She sat up and faced me while pulling her blonde curls out of her face. “My period. I’m late,” she stated again.

I stopped breathing for a moment and looked at the ground to collect myself. But my moment of thinking was interrupted with, “Oh my god! Oh my GOD ANA!” she starting shouting hysterically. “Oh my fucking god my life is over!” And with that she stood up and grabbed her wallet, throwing on a cardigan and ran out of the bathroom.