Now What? ~ Chapter Two ~ ''Breakfast''
Author's note: Chapter two! Just one question this time: do you like the new design? Oh, and, this chapter is dedicated to My Crazy Head! Why? Because she's awesome! And yes, I put her name into a link. You know what that means, right? Go read her story! No, wait! First read and enjoy this chapter, then go read her stuff. :D
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Another sleepless night, haunted by nightmares of...of that day, was behind me. After opening my eyes, I spent a few minutes just looking at the ceiling, my face blank. After some time, I snapped out of it, sat into my wheelchair, and headed to the bathroom. Luckily, I didn't bump into any of my parents. I didn't have the strength to fake happiness. They must of been asleep still. After all, it was just 5:38 in the morning. Damn insomnia.
As I splashed cold water to my face, I caught my own image in the mirror. I always hated the way I look. Because I looked like OI. Obvious proof of that were my gray eyes with a pale blue sclera, looking back at me with no emotion. There was also my facial structure. And my deformed body. And thousand little things that were signs of OI. I examined myself for a couple of minutes. I didn't look like Alice Miles. I looked like Osteogenesis Imperfecta. Defeated by that fact, I reached for a green towel which was placed at a shelf which was the same height as I was when I was in my wheelchair. The fact that I needed something specially made for my needs was making me angry. I gently pressed the towel against my face. I let out a small, weak scream into it. I put the towel back to his place and left the bathroom.
I closed the door to my bedroom and sat onto the bed. I don't know why, but I looked around my bedroom. Dark red walls. Pale wooden floor. Black bed with orange bedding. End table with the same color as the bed; pale yellow lamp, book and an iPod on it. Desk with a dark blue lap top, some papers and a glass on him in the corner. As part of the set in which end table and bed belonged to, he was the same color as them. I approached the desk and opened the drawer. Inside of it was my diary. I thought about writing another entry in it, but figured it was too early for me to write anything.
Suddenly, someone opened the door and soon I heard my mother - ''Alice, breakfast is ready''. I sighed. I was hungry, so I had to endure another happy family meal. I turned to the door and followed her to the kitchen where I stopped in front of the plate with pancakes on it.
Few minutes passed in silence. But then, my father spoke - ''Alice?''
''Hm?''
''We realize you're going through a rough phase in your life, but we're affected by it all, too. For everyone's sake, you shouldn't have to be so...so dark'' - he whispered.
I just starred at him. What? - I thought.
''Are you fucking kidding me?'' - I said.
''Alice don-'' - my mother began.
But I interrupted her - ''No! Nothing Alice! You and Dad have absolutely no right to say anything to me, much less to tell me I'm hurting you. For fuck's sake, you're the one hurting me! I don't know how things are going in your little perfect world, Mom, but in reality nothing is okay. Neither of you bothered to ask me how I'm doing or try to comfort me and tell me it's all gonna be okay and that you're by my side! And, if you're so sad because of me, why didn't you abort me?! You would have done a favor to all of us!''
All of my anger got unleashed and I yelled those words. I raced to my bedroom. The door closed behind me making a sound as if they smashed. I picked up the glass that layed on the desk and threw it against the wall with unbelievable strength. The glass smashed into a million little pieces on the floor. I buried my face into my hands. Fuck!