Prettyness

No way (1)

Once again I wake up to the same stupid morning alarm that tells me first thing in the morning that I still have that shit job and today won't be different from any other day.

I look over to my right and smash my hand on my phone to stop the alarm as soon as possible. When the awful sound finally shuts off I sigh in relief and slouch back on my bed and pillows which seem heavenly soft to me right now.

 
I rub my red and puffy eyes to rub away the water what always seems to form in my eyes when I sleep.

I let out all the air in my lungs I didn't even realise I was holding in, before bringing my legs over the edge of my bed only to push my hands with all my strength and pull myself up from the heavenly pillows and mattress.

I slowly stumble to the bathroom and look in the mirror. Everyday i prove myself wrong that it couldn't get any worse because right now the reflection staring back at me looks like it had just been hibernating for years.

My dark blue orbs called eyes looked straight back at me with tiredness and irritation. People always told me I have big eyes but I didn't know if they were actually that big.
My nose had a new tiny pimple on the side on my nostril.

 Great to have company.

 
My diamond shaped lips were in a tired frown not surprisingly.
My dirty blond hair was usually to my chest but right now it was so tangled so it just looked like i had shoulder length hair.

I sighed and opened the cabinet where the mirror was on so the mirror turned away and a huge cabinet of pills opened up in my face instead. I wasn't proud of my collection of pills but I couldn't really do anything about them, most of them were my doctors prescribed medication so I couldn't just throw them away. Plus they cost a shit ton as well so no way in hell i'm throwing them away anytime soon.

I reached out for the see through orange small bottle with all sorts of labels on it. When I grabbed it I turned it around to see the labels. I didn't even bother bringing it to my eyes-which was stupid because I soon realised I can't see shit so I still had to bring it close to my eyes.

I squint my still blurry eyes to see the labels better. ''Antidepressants" the second I finish reading the word in my head I know it's the correct bottle and screw the childproof lid off of the bottle only to be exposed to many pills inside of it.

I take two in my palm and with my other hand I place the bottle down and turn the faucet on. I throw my head back to take the pills in my mouth and immediately after I feel them on my tongue I duck down to the sink and place my mouth close to the faucet to get a mouthful of water. When I get the perfect amount of water i throw my head back once again to swallow the soup I made in my mouth.

After I swallow i close the cabinet only to face the demon again. I take my toothbrush from the white marble counter along with toothpaste. I squeeze the minty paste on my grey toothbrush and turn on the faucet once again to rinse the toothbrush with the water.

I turn off the faucet and start brushing my teeth while walking through my living room to get to my bedroom again. Once I spot my phone I take it from charging all night and go to my playlist. I put it on shuffle and the first song I hear is "Careless whisper" by George Michael. While on my phone I walk to my kitchen and place my phone on the black kitchen island.

I feel the paste being too much in my mouth so I walk back to the bathroom and rinse everything out from my mouth.

While walking back to the living room I hear my favourite part of the song so I prepare my voice for the concert I'm about to give to myself.