20 August 2012
The same dream every night. I sighed as I ran my hands through my curly red hair. It won't stop. Ever since that night, 2 years ago. Thinking about it made a shiver go down my spine. I climbed out of bed nearly falling over a book that was on the ground from last night. It was Romeo And Juliet. I was reading it for no apparent reason. I headed straight to the bathroom once I was out of my messy room. I jumped up and sat on the sink. I didn't feel like getting in the shower yet. There was no need to get in yet anyways because I didn't have anywhere to go. I stared at the wall, looking at the light orange color that reminded me of peaches. The shower curtain was the same shade of light orange and it had flowers all over it. Mainly roses, which made me think of the night when I woke up in the hospital. I quickly erased that thought from my mind. I didn't want to think about it. You would think I would be over it since it has been 2 years but I'm just not. My parents are trying to get me to go to therapy but I refuse. It isn't like it helps. I sighed. I missed school. I dropped out about 4 months ago, I'm so glad my parents went through with it. I'm still used to getting up at 6am like I did every morning when I went to school. That is why I'm up now. I also missed my parents. They are on a 2 month vacation. They left about a week ago. It was very different. I had to do all the house work and cook for myself and worst part is I am always alone. Don't get me wrong it's awesome having a huge house to yourself but it gets boring after a while and I don't have many friends to talk to or invite over to my home. The one friend I did have had an overprotective Mom and she isn't allowed leaving her house unless it's for going to school. She won't even let her go to school field trips! I climbed down from the sink and decided to take a shower when I was done I went downstairs to the kitchen. I poured my self some cereal and sat at the table. I payed attention to the little designs on the bowl. They were vines all twisted around and going different directions. The design was very beautiful just hard to explain what it looked like. When I was done I put my bowl up in the sink and decided to do dishes later. I plumped down on the couch and watched t.v. all day.
"This is the dream." I said to no one in particular. I giggled. I would totally get used to this.....
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