The Kill
I wake up before my alarm clcok, soaked to the skin with sweat. Outside the sun hasn't quite risen yet. The coulds are dark and the rain comes down in thick sheets. He is asleep, I can barely see his chest rise and fall with each breath. I undress and step into the cool shower. My head is foggy from all the alcohol I drank last night. After a shower and a can of diet coke I am almost human. The alarm goes off at 7am and I wake Joey. Once I get dopped off at my parents house I don't bother crashing on the couch. I have promised Kim that I would write an english paper for her. The paper is based on one of my favorites. The Stanger. I get 50 pages into the novel and fall asleep at the kitchen table. It's 8.3o when my mother wakes me.
"Late night?" She askes.
I think of the vodka thats probably still in my system but shrug instead.
"Kinda"
I set the alarm on my phone and sleep on the couch til 9.25am.
Walking to work isn't usually a chore. However the rain is still coming down as if it has no intention of ever stopping. As I step through puddle after puddle I can't help but think of The Day After Tomorrow. One day our precious island will be under water and in some weird way this makes me smile. Work goes fast for a Thursday. I bite my nails and drink another Diet Coke. My work is finished by one o'clock so I spend the last half hour reading and jotting down notes. Assays used to be my specialty however today I am nervous. And I can't seem to concentrate. My interview for St. Joe's is today. This is when I meet the cousnelor and see the school. I also get to hand in my application and essay. I actually talk to God while walking to the library. "Please God-Let me get in. If not where will I go?" My mother doesn't think I should have dropped out of Briarcliffe but i was so unhappy there I could never go back. And there is no turning back now. I get halfway to the library and the rain stops. I take that as a good sign but keep walking anyway with my umbrella in hand.
"Late night?" She askes.
I think of the vodka thats probably still in my system but shrug instead.
"Kinda"
I set the alarm on my phone and sleep on the couch til 9.25am.
Walking to work isn't usually a chore. However the rain is still coming down as if it has no intention of ever stopping. As I step through puddle after puddle I can't help but think of The Day After Tomorrow. One day our precious island will be under water and in some weird way this makes me smile. Work goes fast for a Thursday. I bite my nails and drink another Diet Coke. My work is finished by one o'clock so I spend the last half hour reading and jotting down notes. Assays used to be my specialty however today I am nervous. And I can't seem to concentrate. My interview for St. Joe's is today. This is when I meet the cousnelor and see the school. I also get to hand in my application and essay. I actually talk to God while walking to the library. "Please God-Let me get in. If not where will I go?" My mother doesn't think I should have dropped out of Briarcliffe but i was so unhappy there I could never go back. And there is no turning back now. I get halfway to the library and the rain stops. I take that as a good sign but keep walking anyway with my umbrella in hand.