Just another day. A day with school, eating, and sleep in the same routine. It seems like life is just passing me by slowly, leisurly. So, I finally got up out of bed and looked in the mirror, and oh jeesh I need a shower. Getting in the shower is the preparation of my day. The warm, steamy water is what keep me active throughout the day. Water is always like that to me. I'm always asking for water at school. I bet you're wondering why I don't just bring a bottle, right? Well, I do...I just drink it all. People always tell me I'll turn into a fish which is why I get called "fish girl".
Unfortunately, I had to get out of the shower. Chills went down my spine when I stepped out of closed, secure shower doors and into the cold bathroom. I dried off my body and squeezed the water out of my hair. I never dry my hair because the damp, soft hair against my face keeps me awake. No, my hair doesn't dry fast. By the time I get home my hair is pretty much dry, though. My hair is naturally black with curls that every girl says that they wished they had. I personally don't care. I decided to clip my bangs back to the side.
I actually don't mind the fact we have uniforms. It lets me have more sleep. I slipped on my skirt (which are about 3 inches above our knees. Get this: A man wrote these dress codes down. Surprised?) vest, and eyeliner and mascara and was out the door. My friends Mallory and Dallas were waiting for me at the gas station like we do every day. Mallory is my best friend and she understands me better than anyone I know. Her beautiful brown hair and dark brown eyes are another reason why I decided to talk to her. It let me know that she was humble and warm. Dallas is very tall and definitely cute. You can tell Mallory and Dallas like each other. Other people think I'm crazy and I don't know what I'm talking about, but I see it. I've always been able to read through people, somehow.I guess I'm a people person?
We walked to school very slowly and were late, of course. Throughout the day I was pulling out my water bottle constantly so I wouldn't fall asleep out of boredom. I kept having this feeling that I wasn't going to see Mallory and Dallas for a long time, so right before I left school I gave them big hugs and told them how much I love them.
"Why this all of a sudden?" Mallory asked.
"I don't know...I just want you guys to know how much you mean to meeEEE?!" I said while Dallas pulled me up in the biggest bear hug in the world. Probably worse than a bear. I was panting when he put me down.
"Oops, sorry Melony," He said with that stupid, cute cocky smile.
"Yeah...come here." I said.
"You gonna' get me back?" He asked
"Maybe." I said as he walked over to me. At the right moment I kneed him.Yes, the perfect spot. (heehee)
"Oh ****...I forget...how strong you are," He said and looked up and smiled. I gave him a hand up.
"Truce..." He said.
"Okay," I said smiling and giving him another hug. I walked over to Mallory and gave her another hug, too.
"I love you, Mallory. You're my best friend." I said and a tear slipped.
"Ohmygoodness why are crying!?" Mallory said, wiping away my tear.
"I really do love ya'll...I got to go. See you guys later." I said and turned away as fast as possible. When I couldn't see them anymore, I bolted.
What the hell? That was the weirdest thing ever...
You won't think think that later, my dear.
I stopped and looked around for the woman who just spoke to me. I didn't miss the fact that it was in my head, though.
Huh, now I know I'm crazy. Someone's going to throw me in an insane assylum and I'm going to be staring at them with my you-don't-want-to-mess-with-me-when-I'm-thirsty eyes and say "Wa...ter...PLEASE!" Then claw them or something like any insane person would do.
The moon had already risen by the time I got to my house. I knew this because I suddenly felt alive, again. I remember last month when there was a full moon and I felt so "alive" that I ran straight into the wall, fell, and slid down the stairs on my ****. Guess what I did next. I couldn't even believe I did something so revolting. I laughed just like Kesha (Yes, without the stupid '$' for an 's' because that's just the stupidest **** I've ever seen) did at the end of Tik Tok.
Man, tonight's going to be weird just like last month.
Oh yes, my dear, it shall be...
There was that damn voice again. It was beautiful and seductive. And I definately don't go that way. When I got home I smelled chicken! YES. First things first...I need some water. So I went over to the faucet and put some water in my bottle (to the top) and drank it all. My mom just looked at me and smiled.
"How was school today?" She asked.
"The same as always, of course," I said, "Except for when I was saying goodbye to Mallory and Dallas. It felt like I was saying goodbye forever."
What if I got the same feeling for my mother?! No, not my mom! She's all I have! My dad's off with some skank from hell and my brother died in the military last year. Don't take her away from me...
Before I knew it I was on my knees crying. The tears felt good. They were helping me. Making my emotions more calm. My mom was shushing me like she used to when I was little. She was telling me that everything was going to be okay. I finally stopped crying when I no longer needed the tears to make me feel better. I began to hiccup and my mom chuckled.
"Um...I'm going to change and...um go to the beach to do yoga. Alone," I said looking her deep in the eyes,
"I love you, mommy."
She gasped. I havn't called her that since I was probably ten. "Oh, I love you too, baby!" She let me go. I tripped a few times up the stairs. When I got to my room I looked into the little mirror hanging on my wall. I punched it and my hand went through it and into the wall. My hand was bleeding but it didn't hurt. I stared at it for a moment, but just a moment. Then I realized what I had done and was appalled with myself. I went to wash it off in the sink and the water seemed to form around my hand and begin to glow a little and my hand was healed. What was left were the pink scars.
Holy ****! Well...I don't think that's normal. Should I tell someone?
The word came immediately. Causing me to freeze where I stood. The word sent chills through my skin. What really creeped me out was that it wasn't my voice, yet again. The voice wasn't sweet and seductive like it usually was. This time it was demanding and it showed power. I was afraid but only for a second. I realized it wasn't being violent but being helpful. The woman's voice was making me notice that I shouldn't tell anyone because the voice knew I probably wouldn't listen to her at first.
God, I need medication or something...
I put on my black shorts, blue tank top, and tennis shoes. I grabbed a water bottle out of my minifridge (Yes, I finally decided to buy one after I got tired of going up and down the stairs over and over again.) and went down the ladder of my window. I didn't want to see my mom because I would probably cry all over again. If I did I would probably snot all over her new sweater. I do not want to experience that. I took off running down the sidewalk for the beach. (That's an understatement. More like sprinting.) The beach was only about half a minute away, but as fast as I was running I would probably get there in ten seconds.
As soon as I got there I embraced it all in. I felt all of the energy going on and absorbed it all. I looked for the highest cliff I could find. That way I was as close as possible to the moon. The full moon.
I began doing my stretches which really helped the random anxiety I was having. I began my yoga and didn't even blink as I stared at the moon. It was the most beautiful thing on this planet. I finally finished my yoga and picked up my bottle of water, getting ready to leave (unfortunately.) Then, I looked at the moon and I was mesmerized. I couldn't look away. I began to feel drowsy, sleepy. I closed my eyes and I fell. Down and down. When I hit the water, it was like it was encasing me, holding me. Somehow I knew that the moon was using it's gravitational force to move the water into doing this.
The last thing I saw was a beautiful young woman with silver hair telling me to shush and to let her take me. To not resist. How could I not? The sweet, seductive voice was so much and I just gave in.
Dallas would be ALL over her...