Chapter I
"Elizabeth, It's time for you to get up." I heard someone call to me. I was having a nightmare or at least, I think I was. Well, the way my heart was beating tells me that the dream wasn't all too pleasant. As I slowly start to get up, I hear my door open, "Elizabeth...Oh, so you're actually up this time, huh. Well, good to see you not being a sloth for once." my older brother, Evan criticizes. I sigh, as I grab a pillow and toss it at his head. He ducks under it, "You know you should watch where you throw things." He chuckles as he launches the pillow back at me. "It ain't my fault that my brother's annoying as hell." I say as it hits me in the chest. He laughs as he walks out of my room, "You better start getting ready, you only have a couple of hours till we got to go."
I sigh as I remembered the doctor's appointment I have today, "I hate doctors." I mumble as I walk to the bathroom. I lock the door, as I take my clothes off and hop in the shower. I sigh as the cold water feels good on my skin. I get out, and stare at my self in the mirror. I stare at the burns that cover the left half of my face, the foggy left eye, and the burns the started at the lower half of my neck and covered the rest of my body. I groan, as I pick up my towel and make my way into my room. I get my underwear on and search through my chest-of-drawers for clothes. I wind up picking out a skin-tight, dark gray turtleneck, a dark lavender sweatshirt, a pair of black elbow length gloves, navy blue knee-high socks, my charcoal colored combat boots, and the knee-length camouflage-shorts.
I hurry, and put my clothes on, take the anxiety pill out of the bottle that had appeared on my dresser while I was in the shower. 'Evan's doing.' I thought as I swallowed the pill with the glass of water that was sitting besides the bottle. I sit down on the chair that's in front of the mirror on my vanity. I stare at my knotty half shaved head, the right side being shaved to where it's nearly bald and the left coming past my shoulders. I emit a frustrated groan as I try to work the brush through the knotted hair. As I get my hair straightened out, I pin it back with some hair clips. I get to work on fixing my face. Putting the concealer on the burnt part of my face and the parts that are showing over my turtleneck. I dust some translucent powder over it, let the clips holding my hair up go. The long side of my hair covers the useless, foggy eye and a decent part of the makeup covers the burns. I finish my morning routine by drawing on an eyebrow, because mine still hasn't grown back from the fire.
I hear a loud thud come from the first floor followed by a loud "FUUUCCKKK!," the voice not being my brothers but, Vinnie, who's basically my brother's best friend. I chuckle as I head out of my room and down the stairs. I walk into the kitchen to see an interesting sight, my brother chuckling as he's cooking something on the stove, Vinnie laying down on the floor underneath a pile of Rubber-Maid tubs, along with Jeff and Alex's laughter trailing in from the living room along with the sounds of pixelated fighting. I chuckle as I start over towards the poor man, I hear Vinnie mumble, "Just leave me in my shame." I stare at the poor man and decide to not leave him there. "Sorry, bro, not gonna happen." I say as I bend down to start picking up tubs off of the pile on top of him and set them back in the cabinet. "Well, at least you didn't just laugh at me, like someone did." he said in a tone laced with sarcasm, his head slowly turning to look towards my brother. I hear my brother laugh, "Would you rather have help or burnt food?" He says as he turns around to where I was helping the bearded man up and off the floor.
"It's your food, not mine." Vinnie says as he glares at the back of Evan's head. Evan chuckles "You want food, make it yourself." he says as he starts to the sink to wash the skillet. Alex walks in a few seconds later from the living room I stare at him "So, what's your excuse for not helping the poor man regain his dignity?" I say as Vinnie puts the last of the plastic tubs away. "Video games." he states plainly as he walks to the fridge and pulls out two grape sodas handing one to me. I sigh as I take the drink and tug on his floppy hat. Jeff walks in and steals the drink out of his brother's hand.
As I see Alex and Jeff start wrestling across the floor as Vinnie holds the pop that had been handed to him. He looks at me with a mischievous grin he then opens the soda and starts drinking it. I see Evan's omelette sitting on the plate next to the stove, him with his back turned cleaning out the skillet and a plate full of his food out of his sight. 'Bad mistake, my dear brother.' I think as I get a fork out of a drawer. I slowly make my way over to the food as my brother is now, just staring at the strange fight happening in the floor. I stare at Vinnie who has appeared next to it and started to eat it with the fork that was on the plate, he looks at me and whispers, "Revenge." with a huge grin on his face. I snort and start eating on the other half of the omelette. As there was only a bit of the delicious omelette left. Me and Vinnie turn around when we hear an exasperated cry of "MY FOOD!", that my brother makes as he takes the remains of the omelette and the fork that Vinnie has and eats the rest of it. He glares at me, "I trusted you" he says in false hurt voice, he then puts the plate and fork in the sink. "That was your fault, my dear brother." I say in a sing-song tone of voice as I toss the fork in the sink.
He finishes up the dishes and grabs his keys of the counter as he hollers to the group "Got to take Lizzy here to the doctor today, be back in a few hours." as we step out the door. A chorus of goodbyes and good-lucks came out of the house as we got inside his vehicle. I emitted a deep groan, " I hate the doctors." I say as he turns the car on and starts backing out. "I know Liz, I know." he says as he hands me a CD to put in the radio and ruffles my hair. I hum along with the Hollywood Undead as the CD starts blasting out of the speakers.
