Beautiful Disaster
2 years earlier
The murky blackness surrounds me, my vision becomes more blurred by the second. As hard as I look I can't find my way out of the crimson colors. 'Bella' his voice cuts through the darkness like a blade, I frantically spin around searching for him. 'Bella' he's closer and in my desperate struggles to find him I feel myself fall. Then suddenly standing in an almost golden glow I see him. But as quickly as he appears he is gone and I am left once again in the harsh Darkness…
As my eyes fluttered open I began to see my sleep induced haze fade away leaving me wandering whom the mysterious figure is. Sitting up in bed I take a glance at the window, rain just my luck. I lifted up my hand and ran it through my tangled mahogany hair in frustration. I tried to analyze every moment up until my awakening, but the images are already slipping out of my conscious mind. I knew his voice so well, so soft and velvety smooth. I could never escape it. Sometimes I would here it so clearly calling my name I would find myself searching my surroundings for someone, anyone. I would have loved to just pass it off as a figment of my imagination but he was just too real…
Present day- 27th September
Alarm clocks. Does anyone like them? Is it possible to even be on neutral terms with them? I think not. I pulled my arm free of my warm soft duvet and hit the irritating, vibrating and loud device beside me that we all know so lovingly as the alarm clock. Unfortunately I underestimated the power of said hit and t it fell from my bedside table onto the floor in a shattered mess. Groaning in pure frustration I grabbed a pen and scribbled onto the back of my hand 'Note to self: buy alarm clock'.
Scrambling out of my bed and onto the cold wooden floor I treaded carefully to avoid the boxes surrounding my room. I'd miss it here. the Clarks had been more than good to me. It couldn't have been easy to take in a sixteen year old temperamental teenager despite having a family of your own.
As for Ellie my darling foster sister I won't be missing her quite so much.
As silently as humanly possible for someone with coordination like mine I made my way down the stairs, where I found my efforts wasted for standing in the kitchen I found Mrs. Clark Boiling the kettle whilst her husband sat beside their long chrome breakfast bar concentrating immensely on an article in the Times. 'Morning.' I said as I entered the oversized kitchen 'Good Morning dear. Big day today! You must be so exited, Jeremy wouldn't you be exited' Mrs. Clark said enthusiastically a proud but tearful smile plastered across he face. 'Yes, yes very excited, Morning Bella' mumbled Mr. Clark his eyes still never leaving his page. 'So bell…' Mrs. Clark began but was cut off by her daughter entering the room 'morning' 'Pumpkin!' Grinned Mr. Clark as he through his newspaper down on the table. Startled by his sudden loudness I couldn't help but jump. Ellie turned to glance at me a sickly smirk across her face. 'How's my favorite little girl doing today, good night sleep?' 'Daddy… I'm your only little girl and very well thanks' jealous? Id be lying if I denied it of course I wished I had something like that, that kind of love surrounding me all the time. Who wouldn't? My train of thought was interrupted by Mrs. Clark's chirpy voice. 'What would you like for breakfast dear' 'Actually I'm fine my taxi should be here soon to take me to the airport so ill jus grab something there.'
'Well if your certain, Oh Bella we will miss you around here won't we Jeremy' 'Jeremy!' startled by the raise in wife's voice he turned to her a puzzled and focused look on his face 'Yes?'
Rolling my eyes I proceeded up the stairs to get the rest of my things together. I didn't really have to much to take with me the boxes were storage for the attic and I had found all my clothes to fit into less than one suit case so I filled the remainder with my most loved books and photos. I was ready. My stomach began to dramatically twist and turn as I thought about the daunting days to come… College.