World of Madness

Rachael's pov

A groan escapes my lips as my brows furrow, I shoot a death glare at the ringing alarm clock on my nightstand. The source of my eternal discomfort morning after morning. It didn't matter how little sleep I had the night before I was bound to get up at the break of dawn the following day, no questions asked. A meteorite can literally come crashing in on me in the middle of the night and I'll be expected to turn up no excuses. 

I turned off the alarm and pulled myself out of bed, rubbing the last bits of sleep away from my eyes as I navigated my way through the familiar walls of my apartment wincing my eyes shut as I tried to bear the ache in my head while heading to the bathroom. This was basically my everyday life. Really, it was a routine and a really tiresome one at that. Regardless how many times I wanted to quit I had to remind myself the reason I took this job in the first place. Dad.