– First day of school –
There were clothes put out on the chair by the table, a packed bag by the hind legs off the bed. A pair of shoes put out neatly by the door. A charged phone on the nightstand that went off at exactly 6:45. The alarm notification read:
“First day of school”
She sat up straight in her bed after two rings and hurried to turn it off before it got to the fourth. In her sleep-dazed hurry she hit snooze instead of turning it off completely…
She just sat there for a minute – hair in a mess around her head, eyes trying to stay open, mind trying to figure out where she was. Then her gaze focused on the bag by her bed and it hit her. Anxiety mixed with anticipation, like a swarm of bees buzzing and crawling all over her. Tiny wings flapping in her face…
She opened her eyes again. Had she fallen asleep? She threw the covers off her and moved to step lightly onto the morning cold floor. She then proceeded to look through the clothes she’d put out for herself the day before.
Carefully – because her hands were not quite awake yet – buttoning buttons and tying bows.
She took a minute to look herself in the mirror. Not admiring, barely seeing, just lingering. Maybe just as a formality.
Standing there, dressed and awake – hair still in a mess since the hairbrush was in the bathroom – she breathed out. She was still a little groggy but her eyes stayed open by themselves and she had begun to feel like a real person by then. Her heart rate slowed down. She felt hunger. She through of the breakfast she’d prepared for herself. Ready to be heated up when she came down to the kitchen…
( 0 min.)
The snooze on her alarm rang. She startled and turned around – surprised and confused by it still being on. A creaking sound coming from the other room – she hurried over to the bedside to turn it of. The sudden rush of adrenaline blurred her vision. Unnecessary stress caused her to not look anywhere else but the phone – it’s ringing raising in volume every time the short tune came to an end and started over. Her hands were reached out in panic, to turn it off or at least muffle the sound. She was sweating – it had all happened in an instant – her shirt was wrinkled, bow half undone, hair like a nest on her head. As she stepped forward her foot stuck to the strap of the bag by the bed. Then she could only watch as the phone, and the bedside table, suddenly rushed closer.
She laid unmoving. One eye half open, arms stretched out in an odd and ugly way – looking almost broken. Her right foot was still stuck to the strap of the bag, slightly tangled. Blood was calmly dripping from her temple – from a dent in her head that was hid gracefully by her messy hair.
(- 2 hours)
She did not show up for school that day.