3. Fate
"Fate is like a strange unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don't always like",- Lemony Snicket.
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Ten years later.
BRIELLE.
The deafening sound of my alarm jolted me awake. This was the last alarm that was supposed to wake me up. A throbbing headache hit my head like a wrecking ball ready to crack my skull open.
The early morning sun rays seeped through the thin curtain fabric in my bedroom as it rose from the horizon . The small birds living in the tree next to my bedroom window chirped like they always do. What glorious mornings I have.*sighs*
I blinked a couple of times adjusting to the light looking a little blurry at first . My stomach churned loudly. The worms in my stomach complaining I guess. I missed dinner, yet again. Popcorn and a few drinks didn't count I guess.
My lips widened into a smile as I stared blankly at the white ceiling , I admired the the gothic red walls my eyes drifting to the mahogony chairs and the vanity table . I glanced at the calender on the wall above my desk which was placed at arms length of my bed. The previous date had been circled.
I felt great. After such a long time I'd finally published the first chapter of my fifth book on Goodnovel. It's finished already but I would be posting a single chapter every single day giving me enough time to edit at my own pace.
I forced myself to abundan the warmth of my bed to take a shower. The pads of my feet made contact with the soft surface of my blood red carpet. Every single muscle of my body screamed in pains and the eye bags told the whole story. My sleeping schedule hasn't been a good one.
Student by day and writer by night. Meeting the deadlines was the worst but it would all be worth it after all.
I adjust the hot and cold water taps until the water was just warm. Neither scalding nor cold. The beads of water hit my back relaxing every aching muscle in my body. When I finish I wrap a towel around me and one to wrap around my head and stepped out of the shower .
A few cramps in my abdomen made me groan in pain. Good heavens , that reminds me. Mother nature will be delivering my monthly package sooner than I wanted. I sat down on the stool before the huge dressing board with a large mirror taking more than half of the wall in my room .I detangle and blow dry my shoulder length ombre bleached hair making it somehow blondish .
Going through my clothes I managed to pick an outfit that would make me look stunning as always. I have good taste when it comes choosing clothes.
I opted for blue wash jeans , white and blue tie and died cropped top and finished mg look with some all back converses . I clasped my small butterfly necklace at the back of my neck letting it hang by the bust.
After applying some nude lip gloss I took my glasses case. Wiped the lenses of my glasses and put them on. A few sprays of some perfume and I was ready for the day. I took one last glance at the mirror taking in my appearance and I was ready for school.
I took my backpack that was already packed and went downstairs. The moment I got off the last step of the stairs I was greated by the smell of freshly ground coffee mixed with the aroma of scrambled eggs and bacon. My mouth was salivating already.
The curtains were open and the sun light lit up the living room giving it some life
My stomach churned loudly again when I entered the kitchen getting my mothers attention. Her hair was tied up in a pony tail. You could nearly tell that she was exhausted by the eye bags she had. She wore an apron over her uniform. Busy with the eggs and a pan of bacon sizzling on the side.
"Good morning", I said giving her a peck on the cheek.
"Good morning my love, how was your night?".
"Good. Had some peacefull sleep ", I said placing the fork and plates on the kitchen island. Grabbed glass for myself and mug for my mother afterwards and poured some juice while my mother served the rest of the food.
I shoved a fork full of some eggs and moaned as I chewed. No one makes eggs like my mom does and the crispiest bacon is made by her and only her. She's the best cook. I sometimes think she should have been a chef instead of a doctor. She's better at doing that.
When I opened my eyes I found her looking at me with a wide grin on her face.
"What", I said taking a sip of my juice to wash down the eggs before taking a bite of my bacon.
"You remind me of your sister ", she said. "I love how you always put in your hard work and effort in everything you do just like she did. I know you didn't sleep last night. I read your book", she smiled , though it wasn't a happy smile. My mother supports my work and makes it a poing to read them. But seeing her like this made broke my heart. I was with her but I don't know the pain she's going through. It affects her the most.
We never talk about this because the day we lost Monika was the day we lost my father.
Three years ago , Monika and my father were involved in a car accident. A car hit the passenger side of the car and rolled over the bridge while she was going to college, doing her final year. He sustained some minor injuries but she was in a horrible state.
Her spinal cord was broken and so was sixty percent of the bones in her body. She was able to make it to a coma but sadly she left us three months after that.
We were all heartbroken and sad about that but one that felt the pain the most was my father. He blamed himself for her daughters death and that's when he changed.
He drank himself to death each and everyday. He would stay in the dark for hours and would shout at you if you swtiched the lights on. He started hanging out with the wrong people. Got into drugs thinking that they would help with his depression. He got addicted to them, became violent and lost his job.
He doesn't sleep at home and we just have to wait for him until he shows up. He goes for days without calling and it's become a norm.
Looking at the clock on the wall I quickly finished my breakfast and placed my things in he sink grabbed my bag and headed for the door.
"Where are you going?".
"School ", I said opening the front door.
"On a holiday ".
Wait a second. How could I forget this. Today is a holiday.
"Great ", I sighed banging the door.
"Are you going fix it when it breaks". I pouted. She came with her coffe in hand and sat on the couch.
"Mom why didn't you tell me. You saw that I was ..well dressed up". I raised my hands after throwing my bag on the couch then sank in it.
"I thought that you were going to see someone maybe be your..".
"Don't even say that word. For the thousand time, I don't have a boyfriend ".
"So are you lesbian".
"No". I raised an eyebrow.
"Nothing's wrong with that too". She sipped her tea , eyes not moving from me wuth a sly smile om her face.
"I know, but I don't have that kind of relationship with anyone ".
"Why?.
"Mom!".
"Ok ok I was just a worried mother who's wondering if that is normal okay? ", she raised her hand in surrender and picked up the remote browsing through the channels.
She didn't understand . And no one would why I didn't have one.
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The rest of the day went smoothly. I read a book and even went through some of the comments I found on my eBooks. After having lunch I called my bestie, Megan who lives on another side of the town.
Afrer talking for hours I hung up. Flipped my laptop open to read and answer some of my emails. But the sound of thunder that made me squeal in shock amking me close it in an instant . A cold shiver went dwom my spine as the cold breeze hit my skin.
One drop, two drops, three drops and suddenly it poured like a crying baby. Summers were my favourite. I loved the cyclonic rainfalls that happend in the after noon.
The smell of the sun baked soil with the rain made me inhale from my diaphragm instead of my chest . I loved the smell of rain mixed with soil.
The laughter of two little girls playing in the rain made me stop closing the window. I stared as they jumped , holding hand with their soft giggles. And that reminded me of someone . One day that was me soaked in the rain. We may not have been holding hands but something stronger than holding hands connected us. No words could explain what it was but I felt it and it's strength.
Eyes grey as the clouds. Dirty blond hair and adictive his smile revealing his white teeth. Fell for that one since the first day he came into my life and so was I on the last one but I didn't know that it would be the last.